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And when he had sunk down on the American leather sofa, which was in even worse condition than his own, Razumihin saw at once that his visitor was ill.
“Why, you are seriously ill, do you know that?” He began feeling his pulse. Raskolnikov pulled away his hand.
“Never mind,” he said, “I have come for this: I have no lessons. … I wanted, … but I don’t really want lessons. …”
“But I say! You are delirious, you know!” Razumihin observed, watching him carefully.
“No, I am not.”
Raskolnikov got up from the sofa. As he had mounted the stairs to Razumihin’s, he had not realised that he would be meeting his friend face to face. Now, in a flash, he knew, that what he was least of all disposed for at that moment was to be face to face with anyone in the wide world. His spleen rose within him. He almost choked with rage at himself as soon as he crossed Razumihin’s threshold.
“Good-bye,” he said abruptly, and walked to the door.
“Stop, stop! You queer fish.”
“I don’t want to,” said the other, again pulling away his hand.
“Then why the devil have you come? Are you mad, or what? Why, this is … almost insulting! I won’t let you go like that.”
“Well, then, I came to you because I know no one but you who could help … to begin … because you are kinder than anyone— cleverer, -->>