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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 89
The man looked at him attentively, looked round the room
and turned to go away.
"He's downright ill!" observed Nastasya, not taking her eyes
off him. The porter turned his head for a moment. "He's been
in a fever since yesterday," she added.
Raskolnikov made no response and held the paper in his
hands, without opening it. "Don't you get up then," Nastasya
went on compassionately, seeing that he was letting his feet
down from the sofa. "You're ill, and so don't go; there's no
such hurry. "What have you got there?"
He looked; in his right hand he held the shreds he had cut
from his trousers, the sock, and the rags of the pocket. So he had
been asleep with them in his hand. Afterwards reflecting upon
it, he remembered that half waking up in his fever, he had
grasped all this tightly in his hand and so fallen asleep again.
"Look at the rags he's collected and sleeps with them, as
though he has got hold of a treasure ..."
And Nastasya went off into her hysterical giggle.
Instantly he thrust them all under his great coat and fixed
his eyes intently upon her. Far as he was from being capable
of rational reflection at that moment, he felt that no one would
behave like that with a person who was going to be arrested.
"But ... the police?"
"You'd better have some tea! Yes? I'll bring it, there's some
left."
"No . . . I'm going; I'll go at once," he muttered, getting onto his feet.
"Why, you'll never get downstairs!"
"Yes, I'll go."
"As ybu please."
She followed the porter out.
At once he rushed to the light to examine the sock and the
rags.
"There are stains, but not very noticeable; all covered with
dirt, and rubbed and already discoloured. No one who had no
suspicion could distinguish anything. Nastasya from a distance
could not have noticed, thank God!" Then with a tremor he
broke the seal of the notice and began reading; he was a long
while reading, before he understood. It was an ordinary sum-
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