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- iS CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
thoughtfully, "if only she'd tell us where to take her, but as it
is. . . . Missy, hey, missy!" he bent over her once more.
She opened her eyes fully all of a sudden, looked at him
intently, as though realising something, got up from the seat and
walked away in the direction from which she had come. "Oh
shameful wretches, they won't let me alone!" she said, waving
her hand again. She walked quickly, though staggering as
before. The dandy followed her, biit along another avenue,
keeping his eye on her.
"Don't be anxious, I won't let him have her," the policeman
said resolutely, and he set off after them.
"Ah, the vice one sees nowadays!" he repeated aloud, sighing.
At that moment something seemed to sting Raskolnikov; in
an instant a complete revulsion of feeling came over him.
"Hey, here!" he shouted after the policeman.The latter turn round.
"Let them be! What is it to do with you? Let her go! Let
him amuse himself." He pointed at the dandy, "What is it to do
with you?"
The policeman was bewildered, and stared at him open-eyed.
Raskolnikov laughed.
"Well!" ejaculated the policeman, with a gesture of con-
tempt, and he walked after the dandy and the girl, probably
taking Raskolnikov for a madman or something even worse.
"He has carried off my twenty copecks," Raskolnikov mur-
mured angrily when he was left alone. "Well, let him take as
much from the other fellow to allow him to have the girl and
so let it end. And why did I want to interfere? Is it for me to
help? Have I any right to help? Let them devour each other
alive — what is it to me? How did I dare to give him twenty
copecks? Were they mine?"
In spite of those strange words he felt very wretched. He sat
down on the deserted seat. His thought strayed aimlessly. , . .
He found it hard to fix his mind on anything at that moment.
He longed to forget himself altogether, to forget everything,
and then to wake up and begin life anew. . . .
"Poor girl!" he said, looking at the empty corner where she
had sat — "She will come to herself and weep, and then her
mother will find out. . . . She will give her a beating, a horrible,
shameful beating and then maybe, tiu-n her out of doors. . . .
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