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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT J
in the young man's heart, that, in spite of all the fastidiousness
of youth, he minded his rags least of all in the street. It was
a diflferent matter when he met with acquaintances or with
former fellow students, whom, indeed, he disliked meeting at
any time. And yet when a drunken man who, for some un-
known reason, was being taken somewhere in a huge waggon
dragged by a heavy dray horse, suddenly shouted at him as he
drove past: "Hey there, German hatter" bawling at the top of
his voice and pointing at him — the young man stopped sud-
denly and clutched tremulously at his hat. It was a tall round
hat from Zimmerman's, but completely worn out, rusty with
age, all torn and bespattered, brimless and bent on one side in
a most unseemly fashion. Not shame, however, but quite an-
other feeling akin to terror had overtaken him.
"I knew it," he muttered in confusion, "I thought so! That's
the worst of all! Why, a stupid thing like this, the most trivial
detail might spoil the whole plan. Yes, my hat is too notice-
able. ... It looks absurd and that makes it noticeable. . . .
"With my rags I ought to wear a cap, any sort of old pancake,
but not this grotesque thing. Nobody wears such a hat, it
would be noticed a mile off, it would be remembered. . . . What
matters is that people would remember it, and that would give
them a clue. For this business one should be as little conspicu-
ci^$,a^ possible. . . . Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it's
just such trifles that always ruin everything. . . ."
He had not far to go; he knew indeed how many steps it was
from the gate of his lodging house: exactly seven hundred and
thirty. He had counted them once when he had been lost in
dreams. At the time he had put no faith in those dreams and
was only tantalising himself by their hideous but daring reck-
lessness. Now, a month later, he had begun to look upon them
differently, and, in spite of the monologues in which he jeered at
his own impotence and indecision, he had involuntarily come to
regard this "hideous" dream as an exploit to be attempted, al-
though hestill did not realise this himself. He was positively
going now for a "rehearsal" of his project, and at every step his
excitement grew more and more violent.
With a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, he went up to a
huge house which on one side looked on to the canal, and on the
other into the street. This house was let out in tiny tenements
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