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- 10 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
impression made on Raskolnikov by the person sitting a little
distance from him, who-looked like a retired clerk. The young
man often recalled this impression afterwards, and even ascribed
it to presentiment. He looked repeatedly at the clerk, partly no
doubt because the latter was staring persistently at him, ob-
viously anxious to enter into conversation. At the other persons
in the room, including the tavern-keeper, the clerk looked as
though he were used to their company, and weary of it, showing
a shade of condescending contempt for them as persons of sta-
tion and culture inferior to his own, with whom it would be
useless for him to converse. He was a man over fifty, bald and
grizzled, of medium height, and stoutly built. His face, bloated
from continual drinking, was of a yellow, even greenish, tinge,
with swollen eyelids out of which keen reddish eyes gleamed
like little chinks. But there was something very strange in him;
there was a light in his eyes as though of intense feeling — per-
haps there were even thought and intelligence, but at the same
time there was a gleam of something like madness. He was wear-
ing an old and hopelessly ragged black dress coat, with all its
buttons missing except one, and that one he had buttoned, evi-
dently clinging to this last trace of respectability. A crumpled
shirt front, covered with spots and stains, protruded from his
canvas waistcoat. Like a clerk, he wore no beard, nor moustache,
but had been so long unshaven that his chin looked like a stiff
greyish brush. And there was something respectable and like an
oJBScial about his manner too. But he was restless; he ruffled up
his hair and from time to time let his head drop into his hands
dejectedly resting his ragged elbows on the stained and sticky
table. At last he looked straight at Raskolnikov, and said loudly
and resolutely:
"May I venture, honoured sir, to engage you in polite con-
versation? Forasmuch as, though your exterior would not com-
mand respect, my experience admonishes me that you are a man
of education and not accustomed to drinking. I have always
respected education when in conjunction with genuine senti-
ments, and I am besides a titular counsellor in rank. Marmeladov
— such is my name; titular counsellor. I make bold to inquire —
have you been in the service?"
"No, I am studying," answered the young man somewhat
surprised at the grandiloquent style of the speaker and also at:
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