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Chapter 4
In the Dark
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HERE was he running? ‘Where could she be except
at Fyodor Pavlovitch’s? She must have run straight to
him from Samsonov’s, that was clear now. The whole in-
trigue, the whole deceit was evident.’... It all rushed whirling
through his mind. He did not run to Marya Kondratyev-
na’s. ‘There was no need to go there... not the slightest need...
he must raise no alarm... they would run and tell directly....
Marya Kondratyevna was clearly in the plot, Smerdyakov
too, he too, all had been bought over!’
He formed another plan of action: he ran a long way
round Fyodor Pavlovitch’s house, crossing the lane, running
down Dmitrovsky Street, then over the little bridge, and so
came straight to the deserted alley at the back, which was
empty and uninhabited, with, on one side the hurdle fence
of a neighbour’s kitchen-garden, on the other the strong
high fence that ran all round Fyodor Pavlovitch’s garden.
Here he chose a spot, apparently the very place, where ac-
cording to the tradition, he knew Lizaveta had once climbed
over it: ‘If she could climb over it,’ the thought, God knows
why, occurred to him, ‘surely I can.’ He did in fact jump up,