PART IV
3. CHAPTER III
 (continued)
It was dark in the corridor, they were standing near the lamp. For a
 minute they were looking at one another in silence. Razumihin
 remembered that minute all his life. Raskolnikov's burning and intent
 eyes grew more penetrating every moment, piercing into his soul, into
 his consciousness. Suddenly Razumihin started. Something strange, as
 it were, passed between them. . . . Some idea, some hint, as it were,
 slipped, something awful, hideous, and suddenly understood on both
 sides. . . . Razumihin turned pale. 
"Do you understand now?" said Raskolnikov, his face twitching
 nervously. "Go back, go to them," he said suddenly, and turning
 quickly, he went out of the house. 
I will not attempt to describe how Razumihin went back to the ladies,
 how he soothed them, how he protested that Rodya needed rest in his
 illness, protested that Rodya was sure to come, that he would come
 every day, that he was very, very much upset, that he must not be
 irritated, that he, Razumihin, would watch over him, would get him a
 doctor, the best doctor, a consultation. . . . In fact from that
 evening Razumihin took his place with them as a son and a brother. 
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