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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 9
**His wife a year he fondly loved
His wife a — a year he — fondly loved.**
Or suddenly waking up again:
"Walking along the crowded row
He met the one he used to know."
But no one shared his enjoyment: his silent companion looked
with positive hostility and mistrust at all these manifestations.
There was another man in the room who looked somewhat like
a retired government clerk. He was sitting apart, now and then
sipping from his pot and looking round at the company. He,
too, appeared to be in some agitation.
CHAPTER n
Raskolnikov was not used to crowds, and, as we said before,
he avoided society of every sort, more especially of late. But now
all at once he felt a desire to be with other people. Something
new seemed to be taking place within him, and with it he felt
a sort of thirst for company. He was so weary after a whole
month of concentrated wretchedness and gloomy excitement
that he longed to rest, if only for a moment, in some other world,
whatever it might be; and, in spite of the filthiness of the sur-
roundings, hewas glad now to stay in the tavern.
The master of the establishment was in another room, but he
frequently came down some steps into the main room, his
jaunty, tarred boots with red turn-over tops coming into view
each time before the rest of his person. He wore a full coat and
a horribly greasy black satin waistcoat, with no cravat, and his
whole face seemed smeared with oil like an iron lock. At the
counter stood a boy of about fourteen, and there was another
boy somewhat younger who handed whatever was wanted. On
the counter lay some sliced cucumber, some pieces of dried black
bread, and some fish, chopped up small, all smelling very bad.
It was insufferably close, and so heavy with the fumes of spirits
that five minutes in such an atmosphere might well make a man
drunk.
There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us
from the first moment, before a word is spoken. Such was the
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