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They seem to have rushed upon him with the greater freedom because his thinking powers were no longer crushed by Haldin's presence the appalling presence of a great crime and the stunning force of a great fanaticism. On looking through the pages of Mr. Razumov's diary I own that a "rush of thoughts" is not an adequate image.
It was open to me to leave him there and then; but the sense of having been entrusted with a mission, the suggestion of Miss Haldin's last glance, was strong upon me. After a moment of reflection I said "Shall we walk together a little?" He shrugged his shoulders so violently that he tottered again. I saw it out of the corner of my eye as I moved on, with him at my elbow.
Miss Haldin's interruption resembled the effort of a drowning person to keep above water. She struck in with an accent of impatience "But, Peter Ivanovitch, I don't mean to retire into a monastery. Who would look for salvation there?" "I spoke figuratively," he boomed. "Well, then, I am speaking figuratively too. But sorrow is sorrow and pain is pain in the old way.
That is good. Indignation flags sometimes, revenge itself may become a weariness, but that uncompromising sense of necessity and justice which armed your and Haldin's hands to strike down that fanatical brute...for it was that nothing but that! I have been thinking it out. It could have been nothing else but that."
Sophia Antonovna's informant, by listening to the talk of the house, by putting this and that together, had managed to come very near to the truth of Haldin's relation to Ziemianitch. "It is I who can tell you what you were not certain of that your friend had some plan for saving himself afterwards, for getting out of St. Petersburg, at any rate.
The woman I had the opportunity to see again. As we were waiting for the lift she came hurrying along the corridor, with her eyes fastened on Miss Haldin's face, and drew her aside as if for a confidential communication. It was not long. A few words only. Going down in the lift, Natalia Haldin did not break the silence.
There was no one to be seen on the part of the drive visible from the front of the house. "They are hidden by the trees over there," explained Miss Haldin's new acquaintance, "but you shall see them directly. I don't know who that young man is to whom Peter Ivanovitch has taken such a fancy. He must be one of us, or he would not be admitted here when the others come.
The hollow in the pillow made by the weight of Haldin's head was very noticeable. Even his anger at this sign of the man's passage was dull. He did not try to nurse it into life. He did nothing all that day; he neglected even to brush his hair. The idea of going out never occurred to him and if he did not start a connected train of thought it was not because he was unable to think.
So you went there?... And Sophia Antonovna, what did she tell you, then?" "She said very little, really. She knew that I should hear everything from you. She had no time for more than a few words." Miss Haldin's voice dropped and she became silent for a moment. "The man, it appears, has taken his life," she said sadly.
For Nostromo nothing is lost save honour; he goes to his death loving insensately; for Razumov his honour endures till the pressure put upon it by his love for Haldin's sister cracks it, and cracks, too, his reason. For once the novelist seems cruel to the pathological point I mean in the punishment of Razumov by the hideous spy. I hope this does not betray parvitude of view-point.
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