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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 5
groaned at every instant. The young man must have looked at
her with a rather pecuhar expression, for a gleam of mistrust
came into her eyes again.
"Raskolnikov, a student, I came here a month ago," the
young man made haste to mutter, with a half bow, remembering
that he ought to be more polite.
"I remember, my good sir, I remember quite well your com-
ing here," the old woman said distinctly, still keeping her
inquiring eyes on his face.
"And here ... I am again on the same errand," Raskolnikov
continued, a little disconcerted and surprised at the old woman's
mistrust. "Perhaps she is always like that though, only I did not
notice it the other time," he thought with an uneasy feeling.
The old woman paused, as though hesitating; then stepped on
one side, and pointing to the door of the room, she said, letting
her visitor pass in front of her:
"Step in, my good sir."
The little room into which the young man walked, with yel-
low paper on the walls, geraniums and muslin curtains in the
windows, was brightly lighted up at that moment by the set-
ting sun.
"So the sun will shine like this then too!" flashed as it were'
by chance through Raskolnikov's mind, and with a rapid glance
he scanned everything in the room, trying as far as possible to
notice and remember its arrangement. But there was nothing
special in the room. The furniture, all very old and of yellow
wood, consisted of a sofa with a huge bent wooden back, an
oval table in front of the sofa, a dressing-table with a looking-
glass fixed on it between the windows, chairs along the walls and
two or three half-penny prints in yellow frames, representing
German damsels with birds in their hands — that was all. In the
corner a light was burning before a small ikon. Everything was
very clean; the floor and the furniture were brightly polished;
everything shone.
"Lizaveta's work," thought the yoimg man. There was not a
speck of dust to be seen in the whole flat.
"It's in the houses of spiteful old widows that one finds such
cleanliness," Raskolnikov thought again, and he stole a curious
glance at the cotton curtain over the door leading into another
tiny room, in which stood the old woman's bed and chest of
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