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- 92 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
He went into that room — the fourth in order; it was a small
room and packed full of people, rather better dressed than in the
outer rooms. Among them were two ladies. One, poorly dressed
in mourning, sat at the table opjwsite the chief clerk, writing
something at his dictation. The other, a very stout, buxom
woman with a purplish-red, blotchy face, excessively smartly
dressed with a brooch on her bosom as big as a saucer, was
standing on one side, apparently waiting for something. Ras-
kolnikov thrust his notice upon the head clerk. The latter
glanced at it, said: "Wait a minute," and went on attending to
the lady in mourning.
He breathed more freely. "It can't be that!"
By degrees he began to regain confidence, he kept xirging
himself to have courage and be calm.
"Some foolishness, some trifling carelessness, and I may be-
tray myself! Hm! . . . it's a pity there's no air here," he added,
"it's stifling. ... It makes one's head dizzier than ever . . . and
one's mind too . . ."
He was conscious of a terrible inner turmoil. He was afraid
of losing his self-control; he tried to catch at something and fix
his mind on it, something quite irrelevant, but he could not
succeed in this at all. Yet the head clerk greatly interested him,
he kept hoping to see through him and guess something from his
face.
He was a very young man, about two and twenty, with a
dark mobile face that looked older than his years. He was fash-
ionably dressed and foppish, with his hair parted in the middle,
well combed and pomaded, and wore a number of rings on his
well-scrubbed fingers and a gold chain on his waistcoat. He said
a couple of words in French to a foreigner who was in the room,
and said them fairly correctly.
"Luise Ivanovna, you can sit down," he said casually to the
gaily-dressed, purple-faced lady, who was still standing as
though not ventvuing to sit down, though there was a chair
beside her.
"Ich danke," said the latter, and softly, with a rustle of silk
she sank into the chair. Her light blue dress trimmed with white
lace floated about the table like an air-balloon and filled almost
half the room. She smelt of scent. But she was obviously em-
barrassed atfilling half the room and smelling so strongly of
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