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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 7
worth knowing. Strong-boxes always have keys Hke that . . .
but how degrading it all is."The old woman came back.
"Here, sir: as we say ten copecks the rouble a month, so I
must take fifteen copecks from a rouble and a half for the
month in advance. But fpr the two roubles I lent you before,
you owe me now twenty copecks on the same reckoning in
advance. That makes thirty-five copecks altogether. So I must
give you a rouble and fifteen copecks for the watch. Here it is."
"What! only a rouble and fifteen copecks now!"
"Just so."
The young man did not dispute it and took the money. He
looked at the old woman, and was in no hurry to get away, as
though there was still something he wanted to say or to do, but
he did not himself quite know what.
"I may be bringing you something else in a day or two,
Alyona Ivanovna — a valuable thing — silver — a cigarette box,
as soon as I get it back from a friend . . ." he broke off inconfusion.
"Well, we will talk about it then, sir."
"Good-bye — are -you always at home alone, your sister is not
here with you?" He asked her as casually as possible as he went
out into the passage.
"What business is she of yours, my good sir?"
"Oh, nothing particular, I simply asked. You are too quick.
. . . Good-day, Alyona Ivanovna."
Raskolnikov went out in complete confusion. This confusion
became more and more intense. As he went down the stairs, he
even stopped short, two or three times, as though suddenly
struck by some thought. When he was in the street he cried
out, "Oh, God, how loathsome it all is! and can I, can I pos-
sibly.. . . No, it's nonsense, it's rubbish!" he added resolutely,
"And how could such an atrocious thing come into my head?
What filthy things my heart is capable of. Yes, filthy above all,
disgusting, loathsome, loathsome! — and for a whole month I've
been. . . ." But no words, no exclamations, could express his
agitation. The feeling of intense repulsion, which had begun to
oppress and torture his heart while he was on his way to the old
woman, had by now reached such a pitch and had taken such
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