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- 18 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
'Marmeladov, once already you have deceived my expectations
. . . I'll take you once more on my own responsibility' — that's
what he said, 'remember,' he said, 'and now you can go.* I kissed
the dust at his feet — in thought only, for in reality he would
not have allowed me to do itj being a statesman and a man of
modern political and enlightened ideas. I returned home, and
when I announced that I'd been taken back into the service and
should receive a salary, heavens, what a to-do there was ... !"
Marmeladov stopped -again in violent excitement. At that
moment a whole party of revellers already drunk came in from
the street, and the sounds of a hired concertina and the cracked
piping voice of a child of seven singing "The Hamlet" were
heard in the entry. The room was filled with noise. The tavern-
keeper and the boys were busy with the new-comers. Marmela-
dov paying no attention to the new arrivals continued his story.
He appeared by now to be extremely weak, but as he became
more and more drunk, he became more and more talkative. The
recollection of his recent success in getting the situation seemed
to revive him, and was positively deflected in a sort of radiance
on his face. Raskolnikov listened attentively.
"That was five weeks ago, sir. Yes. ... As soon as Katerina
Ivanovna and Sonia heard of it, mercy on us, it was as though
I stepped into the kingdom of Heaven. It used to be: you can
lie like a beast, nothing but abuse. Now they were walking
on tiptoe, hushing the children. 'Semyon Zal m vitch is tired
with his work at the office, he is resting, shhl^ Iney made me
coffee before I went to work and boiled creari for me! They
began to get real cream for me, do vou hear mat? And how
they managed to get together the m'^,. for a decent outfit —
eleven roubles, fifty copecks, I can't g.^ ^^. Boots, cotton shirt-
fronts — most magnificent, a uniforr/i, they got up all »n
splendid style, for eleven roubles and a half. The first morn-
ing Icame back from the office I found Katerina Ivanovna
had cooked two courses for dinner — soup and salt meat with
horse radish — which we had never dreamed of till then. She
had not any dresses . . . none at all, but she got herself up as
though she were going on a visit; and not that she'd anything
to do it with, she smartened herself up with nothing at all,
she'd done her hair nicely, put on a clean collar of some sort,
cuffs, and there she was, quite a different person, she was
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