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- 46 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
two men like himself. But at that instant some one seized him
from behind, and a police constable stood between them.
"That's enough, gentlemen, no fighting, please, in a public
place. What do you want? Who are you?" he asked Raskolnikov
sternly, noticing his rags.
Raskolnikov looked at him intently. He had a straightfor-
ward, sensible, soldierly face, with grey moustaches and whisk-
ers.
"You are just the man I want," Raskolnikov cried, catching
at his arm. "I am a student, Raskolnikov. . . . Yoii may as well
know that too," he added, addressing the gentleman, "come
along, I have something to show you."
And taking the policeman by the hand he drew him towards
the seat.
"Look here, hopelessly drunk, and she has just come down the
boulevard. There is no telling who and what she is, she does
not look like a professional. It's more likely she has been given
drink and deceived somewhere . . . for the first time . . . you
understand? and they've put her out into the street like that.
Look at the way her dress is torn, and the way it has been put on:
she has been dressed by somebody, she has not dressed herself,
and dressed by unpractised hands, by a man's hands; that's
evident. And now look there: I don't know that dandy with
whom I was going to fight, I see him for the first time, but, he,
too has seen her on the road, just now, drunk, not knowing what
she is doing, and now he is very eager to get hold of her, to get
her away somewhere while she is in this state . . . that's certain,
believe me, I am not wrong. I saw him myself watching her and
following her, but I prevented him, and he is just waiting for me
to go away. Now he has walked away a little, and is standing
still, pretending to make a cigarette. . . . Think how can we
keep her out of his hands, and how are we to get her home?"
The policeman saw it all in a flash. The stout gentleman
was easy to understand, he turned to consider the girl. The po-
liceman bent over to examine her more closely, and his face
worked with genviine compassion.
"Ah, what a pity!" he said, shaking his head — "why, she
is quite a child! She has been deceived, you can see that at
once. Listen, lady," he began addressing her, "where do you
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