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Chapter 8

           

           TheseexclamationsandremarkscheckedRaskolnikov,andthewords,“Iamamurderer,”whichwereperhapsonthepointofdroppingfromhislips,diedaway.Heboretheseremarksquietly,however,and,withoutlookinground,heturneddownastreetleadingtothepoliceoffice.Hehadaglimpseofsomethingonthewaywhichdidnotsurprisehim;hehadfeltthatitmustbeso.ThesecondtimeheboweddownintheHayMarkethesaw,standingfiftypacesfromhimontheleft,Sonia.Shewashidingfromhimbehindoneofthewoodenshantiesinthemarket-place.Shehadfollowedhimthenonhispainfulway!RaskolnikovatthatmomentfeltandknewonceforallthatSoniawaswithhimforeverandwouldfollowhimtotheendsoftheearth,whereverfatemighttakehim.Itwrunghisheart...buthewasjustreachingthefatalplace.

           Hewentintotheyardfairlyresolutely.Hehadtomounttothethirdstorey.“Ishallbesometimegoingup,”hethought.Hefeltasthoughthefatefulmomentwasstillfaroff,asthoughhehadplentyoftimeleftforconsideration.

           Againthesamerubbish,thesameeggshellslyingaboutonthespiralstairs,againtheopendoorsoftheflats,againthesamekitchensandthesamefumesandstenchcomingfromthem.Raskolnikovhadnotbeenheresincethatday.Hislegswerenumbandgavewayunderhim,butstilltheymovedforward.Hestoppedforamomenttotakebreath,tocollecthimself,soastoenterlikeaman.“Butwhy?whatfor?”hewondered,reflecting.

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