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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 47
live?" The girl opened her weary and sleepy- looking eyes,
gazed blankly at the speaker and waved her hand.
"Here," said Raskolnikov feeling in his pocket and finding
twenty copecks, "here, call a cab and tell him to drive her to
her address. The only thing is to find out her address!"
"Missy, missy!" the policeman began again, taking the
money. "I'll fetch you a cab and take you home myself. Where
shall I take you, eh? Where do you live?"
"Go away! They won't let me alone," the girl muttered, andonce more waved her hand.
"Ach, ach, how shocking! It's shameful, missy, it's a shame!"
He shook his head again, shocked, sympathetic and indignant.
"It's a difficult job," the policeman said to Raskolnikov, and
as he did so, he looked him up and down in a rapid glance. He,
too, must have seemed a strange figure to him: dressed in rags
and handing him money!
"Did you meet her far from here?" he asked him.
"I tell you she was walking in front of me, staggering, just
here, in the boulevard. She only just reached the seat and sank
down on it."
"Ah, the shameful things that are done in the world nowa-
days, God have mercy on us! An innocent creature like that,
drunk already! She has been deceived, that's a sure thing. See
how her dress has been torn too. . . . Ah, the vice one sees nowa-
days! And as likely as not she belongs to gentlefolk too, poor
ones maybe. . . . There are many like that nowadays. She looks
refined, too, as though she were a lady," and he bent over heronce more.
Perhaps he had daughters growing up like that, "looking like
ladies and refined" with pretensions to gentility and smart-ness. .. .
"The chief thing is," Raskolnikov persisted, "to keep her out
of this scoundrel's hands! Why should he outrage her! It's as
clear as day what he is after; ah, the brute, he is not moving off!"
Raskolnikov spoke aloud and pointed to him. The gentleman
heard him, and seemed about to fly into a rage again, but
thought better of it, and confined himself to a contemptuous
look. He then walked slowly another ten paces away and again
halted.
"Keep her out of his hands we can," said the constable
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