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- 80 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
(Jther, as he had just before been standing with the old woman,
when the door divided them and he was Hstening.
The visitor panted several times. "He must be a big, fat man,"
thought Raskolnikov, squeezing the axe in his hand. It seemed
like a dream indeed. The visitor took hold of the bell and rang
loudly.
As soon as the tin bell tinkled, Raskolnikov seemed to be aware
of something moving in the room. For some seconds he listened
quite seriously. The unknown rang again, waited and suddenly
tugged violently and impatiently at the handle of the door. Ras-
kolnikov gazed in horror at the hook shaking in its fastening,
and in blank terror expected every minute that the fastening
would be pulled out. It certainly did seem possible, so violently
was he shaking it. He was tempted to hold the fastening, but he
might be aware of it. A giddiness came over him again. "I shall
fall down!" flashed through his mind, but the unknown began
to speak and he recovered himself at once.
"What's up? Are they asleep or murdered? D-damn them!"
he bawled in a thick voice, "Hey, Alyona Ivanovna, old witch!
Lizaveta Ivanovna, hey, my beauty! open the door! Oh, damn
them! Are they asleep or what?"
And again, enraged, he tugged with all his might a dozen
times at the bell. He must certainly be a man of authority and
an intimate acquaintance.
At this moment light hurried steps were heard not far off,
on the stairs. Some one else was approaching. Raskolnikov had
not heard them at first.
"You don't say there's no one at home," the new-comer cried
in a cheerful, ringing voice, addressing the first visitor who still
went on pulling the bell. "Good evening, Koch."
"From his voice he must be quite young," thought Raskolni-kov.
"Who the devil can tell? I've almost broken the lock," an-
swered Koch. "But how do you come to know me?" •
"Why! The day before yesterday I beat you three times run-
ning atbilliards at Gambrinus'."
"Oh!"
"So they are not at home? That's queer? It's awfully stupid
though. Where could the old woman have gone? I've come on
business."
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