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- 74 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
He had not even thought of saying this, but it was suddenly-
said of itself. The old woman recovered herself, and her visitor's
resolute tone evidently restored her confidence.
"But why, my good sir, all of a minute. . . . "What is it?"
she asked, looking at the pledge. ,
"The silver cigarette case; I spoke of it last time, you know."She held out her hand.
"But how pale you are, to be sure . . . and your hands are
trembling too? Have you been bathing, or what?"
"Fever," he answered abruptly. "You can't help getting pale
... if you've nothing to eat," he added, with difficulty articu-
lating the words.
His strength was failing him again. But his answer sounded
like the truth; the old woman took the pledge.
"What is it?" she asked once more, scanning Raskolnikov
intently and weighing the pledge in her hand.
"A thing . . . cigarette case. . . . Silver. . . . Look at it."
"It does not seem somehow like silver. . . . How he has
wrapped it up!"
Trying to untie the string and turning to the window, to the
light (all her windows were shut, in spite of the stifling heat),
she left him altogether for some seconds and stood with her back
to him. He unbuttoned his coat and freed the axe from the
noose, but did not yet take it out altogether, simply holding it in
his right hand under the coat. His hands were fearfully weak,
he felt them every moment growing more numb and more
wooden. He was afraid he would let the axe slip and fall. ... A
sudden giddiness came over him.
"But what has he tied it up Hke this for?" the old woman
cried with vexation and moved towards him.
He had not a minute more to lose. He pulled the axe quite
out, swung it with both arms, scarcely conscious of himself, and
almost without effort, almost mechanically, brought the blunt
side down on her head. He seemed not to use his own strength
in this. But as soon as he had once brought the axe down, his
strength returned to him.
The old woman was as always bareheaded. Her thin, light
hair, streaked with grey, thickly smeared with grease, was
plaited in a rat's tail and fastened by a broken horn comb which
stood out on the nape of her neck. As she was so short, the blow
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