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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 77
carefully and exactly folded, and tied round with tape. With-
out any delay, he began filling up the pockets of his trousers and
overcoat without examining or undoing the parcels and cases;
but he had not time to take many. . . .
He suddenly heard steps in the room where the old woman
lay. He stopped short and was still as death. But all was quiet,
so it must have been his fancy. All at once he heard distinctly a
faint cry, as though some one had uttered a low broken moan.
Then again dead silence for a minute or two. He sat squatting
on his heels by the box and waited holding his breath. Suddenly
he jumped up, seized the axe and ran out of the bedroom.
In the middle of the room stood Lizaveta with a big bundle
in her arms. She was gazing in stupefaction at her murdered
sister, white as a sheet and seeming not to have the strength
to cry out. Seeing him run out of the bedroom, she began faintly
quivering all over, like a leaf, a shudder ran down her face; she
lifted her hand, opened her mouth, but still did not scream. She
began slowly backing away from him into the corner, staring
intently, persistently at hitn, but still uttered no sound, as
though she could not get breath to scream. He rushed at her
with the axe; her mouth twitched piteously, as one sees babies*
mouths, when they begin to be frightened, stare intently at
what frightens them and are on the point of screaming. And this
hapless Lizaveta was so simple and had been so thoroughly
crushed and scared that she did not even raise a hand to guard
her face, though that was the most necessary and natural action
at the moment, for the axe was raised over her face. She only
put up her empty left hand, but not to her face, slowly holding
it out before her as though motioning him away. The axe fell
with the sharp edge just on the skull and split at one blow all the
top of the head. She fell heavily at once. Raskolnikov completely
lost his head, snatched up her bundle, dropped it again and ran
into the entry.
Fear gained more and more mastery over him, especially after
this second, quite unexpected murder. He longed to run away
from the place as fast as possible. And if at that moment he
had been capable of seeing and reasoning more correctly, if he
had been able to realise all the difficulties of his position, the hope-
lessness, thehideousness and the absurdity of it, if he could have
understood how many obstacles and, perhaps, crimes he had
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