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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 65
could lie down on the sofa. Soon heavy, leaden sleep came over
him, as it were crushing him.
He slept an extraordinarily long time and without dreaming.
Nastasya, coming into his room at ten o'clock the next mornng,
had difl&culty in rousing him. She brought him in tea and bread.
The tea was again the second brew and again in her own teapot.
"My goodness, how he sleeps!" she cried indignantly. "And he
is always asleep."
He got up with an effort. His head ached, he stood up, took
a turn in his garret and sank back on the sofa again.
"Going to sleep again," cried Nastasya. "Are you ill, eh?"
He made no reply.
"Do you want some tea?"
"Afterwards," he said with an effort, closing his eyes again
and turning to the wall.
Nastasya stood over him.
"Perhaps he really is ill," she said, turned and went out. She
came in again at two o'clock with soup. He was lying as before.
The tea stood untouched. Nastasya felt positively offended and
began wrathf ully rousing him.
"Why are you lying like a log?" she shouted, looking at him
with repulsion.
He got up, and sat down again, but said nothing and stared
at the floor.
"Are you ill or not?" asked Nastasya and again received no
answer. "You'd better go out and get a breath of air," she said
after a pause. "Will you eat it or not?"
"Afterwards," he said weakly. "You can go."And he motioned her out.
She remained a little longer, looked at him with compassion
and went out.
A few minutes afterwards, he raised his eyes and looked for a
long while at the tea and the soup. Then he took the bread, took
up a spoon and began to eat.
He ate a little, three or four spoonfuls, without appetite, as
it were mechanically. His head ached less. After his meal he
stretched himself on the sofa again, but now he could not
sleep; he lay without stirring, with his face in the pillow. He
was haunted by daydreams and such strange daydreams; in
one, that kept recurring, he fancied that he was in Africa, in
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