Преступление и наказание

Chapter 7

           Hefeltthathewaslosinghishead,thathewasalmostfrightened,sofrightenedthatifsheweretolooklikethatandnotsayawordforanotherhalfminute,hethoughthewouldhaverunawayfromher.

           “Whydoyoulookatmeasthoughyoudidnotknowme?”hesaidsuddenly,alsowithmalice.“Takeitifyoulike,ifnotI’llgoelsewhere,Iaminahurry.”

           Hehadnoteventhoughtofsayingthis,butitwassuddenlysaidofitself.Theoldwomanrecoveredherself,andhervisitor’sresolutetoneevidentlyrestoredherconfidence.

           “Butwhy,mygoodsir,allofaminute....Whatisit?”sheasked,lookingatthepledge.

           “Thesilvercigarettecase;Ispokeofitlasttime,youknow.”

           Sheheldoutherhand.

           “Buthowpaleyouare,tobesure...andyourhandsaretremblingtoo?Haveyoubeenbathing,orwhat?”

           “Fever,”heansweredabruptly.“Youcan’thelpgettingpale...ifyou’venothingtoeat,”headded,withdifficultyarticulatingthewords.

           Hisstrengthwasfailinghimagain.Buthisanswersoundedlikethetruth;theoldwomantookthepledge.

           “Whatisit?”sheaskedoncemore,scanningRaskolnikovintently,andweighingthepledgeinherhand.

           “Athing...cigarettecase....Silver....Lookatit.”

           “Itdoesnotseemsomehowlikesilver....Howhehaswrappeditup!”

           Tryingtountiethestringandturningtothewindow,tothelight(allherwindowswereshut,inspiteofthestiflingheat),shelefthimaltogetherforsomesecondsandstoodwithherbacktohim.

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