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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 19
younger and better looking. Sonia, my little darling, had only
helped with money 'for the time,' she said, 'it won't do for
me to come and see you too often. After dark maybe when no
one can see.' Do you hear, do you hear?' I lay down for a nap
after dinner and what do you think: though Katerina Ivanovna
had quarrelled to the last degree with our landlady Amalia
Fyodorovna only a week before, she could not resist then asking
her in to coflfee. For two hours they were sitting, whispering
together. 'Semyon Zaharovitch is in the service again, now, and
receiving a salary,* says she, 'and he went himself to his excel-
lency and his excellency himself came out to him, made all the
others wait and led Semyon Zaharovitch by the hand before
everybody into his study.' Do you hear, do you hear? 'To be
isure,' says he, 'Semyoil Zaharovitch, remembering your past
services,' says he, 'and in spite of your propensity to that fool-
ish weakness, since you promise now and since moreover we've
got on badly without you,' (do you hear, do you hear?) 'and so,'
says he, 'I rely now on your word as a gentleman.' And all that,
let me tell you, she has simply made up for herself, and not
simply out of wantonness, for the sake of bragging; no, she be-
lieves itall herself, she amuses herself with her own fancies,
upon my word she does! And I don't blame her for it, no,
I don't blame her! . . . Six days ago when I brought her my
first earnings in full — twenty-three roubles forty copecks alto-
gether— she d me her poppet: 'poppet,' said she, 'my little
poppet.' And •'.hen we were by ourselves, you understand?
You would no* think me a beauty, you would not think much
of me as a husband, 'jj '-Jd you? . . . "Well, she pinched my
cheek 'my little poppe >aid she."
Marmeladov broke -ff, tried to smile, but suddenly his
chin began to twitch. He controlled himself however. The
tavern, the degraded appearance of the man, the five nights in
the hay barge, and the pot of spirits, and yet this poignant
love for his wife and children bewildered his listener. Ras-
kolnikov listened intently but with a sick sensation. He felt
vexed that he had come here.
"Honoured sir, honoured sir," cried Marmeladov recovering
himself — "Oh, sir, perhaps all this seems a laughing matter to
you, as it does to others, and perhaps I am only worrying you
with the stupidity of all the trivial details of my home Ufe,
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