[ He seriously contemplates ignoring her and finishing his sentence, but chances are she would just — what, wait there? Continue to bother him? With how sharp her voice is, Raskolnikov wouldn’t be surprised if she were to snatch his pen from his hand and throw it across the room! ]
Fine. Have it your way, woman. [ He stands up, and walks past her without a word. Just a few minutes, and then he’ll be back to his solitude. ]
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Fine. Have it your way, woman. [ He stands up, and walks past her without a word. Just a few minutes, and then he’ll be back to his solitude. ]