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Chapter 6

           Therewerewomenoffortyandsomenotmorethanseventeen;almostallhadblackenedeyes.

           Hefeltstrangelyattractedbythesingingandallthenoiseanduproarinthesaloonbelow....someonecouldbeheardwithindancingfrantically,markingtimewithhisheelstothesoundsoftheguitarandofathinfalsettovoicesingingajauntyair.Helistenedintently,gloomilyanddreamily,bendingdownattheentranceandpeepinginquisitivelyinfromthepavement.

           “Oh,myhandsomesoldier

           Don’tbeatmefornothing,”

           trilledthethinvoiceofthesinger.Raskolnikovfeltagreatdesiretomakeoutwhathewassinging,asthougheverythingdependedonthat.

           “ShallIgoin?”hethought.“Theyarelaughing.Fromdrink.ShallIgetdrunk?”

           “Won’tyoucomein?”oneofthewomenaskedhim.Hervoicewasstillmusicalandlessthickthantheothers,shewasyoungandnotrepulsivetheonlyoneofthegroup.

           “Why,she’spretty,”hesaid,drawinghimselfupandlookingather.

           Shesmiled,muchpleasedatthecompliment.

           “You’reverynicelookingyourself,”shesaid.

           “Isn’thethinthough!”observedanotherwomaninadeepbass.“Haveyoujustcomeoutofahospital?”

           “They’reallgenerals’daughters,itseems,buttheyhaveallsnubnoses,”interposedatipsypeasantwithaslysmileonhisface,wearingaloosecoat.“Seehowjollytheyare.”

           “Goalongwithyou!”

           “I’llgo,sweetie!”

           Andhedarteddownintothesaloonbelow.Raskolnikovmovedon.

           “Isay,sir,”thegirlshoutedafterhim.

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