Chapter 2

           Itwasnearlyeighto’clock.ThetwoyoungmenhurriedtoBakaleyev’s,toarrivebeforeLuzhin.

           “Why,whowasthat?”askedRazumihin,assoonastheywereinthestreet.

           “ItwasSvidrigaïlov,thatlandownerinwhosehousemysisterwasinsultedwhenshewastheirgoverness.Throughhispersecutingherwithhisattentions,shewasturnedoutbyhiswife,MarfaPetrovna.ThisMarfaPetrovnabeggedDounia’sforgivenessafterwards,andshe’sjustdiedsuddenly.Itwasofherweweretalkingthismorning.Idon’tknowwhyI’mafraidofthatman.Hecamehereatonceafterhiswife’sfuneral.Heisverystrange,andisdeterminedondoingsomething....WemustguardDouniafromhim...that’swhatIwantedtotellyou,doyouhear?”

           “Guardher!WhatcanhedotoharmAvdotyaRomanovna?Thankyou,Rodya,forspeakingtomelikethat....Wewill,wewillguardher.Wheredoeshelive?”

           “Idon’tknow.”

           “Whydidn’tyouask?Whatapity!I’llfindout,though.”

           “Didyouseehim?”askedRaskolnikovafterapause.

           “Yes,Inoticedhim,Inoticedhimwell.”

           “Youdidreallyseehim?Yousawhimclearly?”Raskolnikovinsisted.

           “Yes,Irememberhimperfectly,Ishouldknowhiminathousand;Ihaveagoodmemoryforfaces.”

           Theyweresilentagain.

           “Hm!...that’sallright,”mutteredRaskolnikov.“Doyouknow,Ifancied...Ikeepthinkingthatitmayhavebeenanhallucination.”

           “Whatdoyoumean?Idon’tunderstandyou.”

           “Well,youallsay,”Raskolnikovwenton,twistinghismouthintoasmile,“thatIammad.