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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 79
woman had not shut it after him perhaps as a precaution. But,
good God! Why, he had seen Lizaveta afterwards! And how
could he, how could he have failed to reflect that she must have
come in somehow! She could not have come through the wall!
He dashed to the door and fastened the latch.
away. . . ."
"But no, the wrong * thing again. I must get away, get
He unfastened the latch, opened the door and began listening
on the staircase.
He listened a long time. Somewhere far away, it might be
in the gateway, two voices were loudly and shrilly shouting,
quarrelling and scolding. "What are they about?" He waited pa-
tiently. Atlast all was still, as though suddenly cut off; they had
separated. He was meaning to go out, but suddenly, on the floor
below, a door was noisily opened and some one began going
downstairs humming a tune. "How is it they all make such a
noise!" flashed through his mind. Once more he closed the door
and waited. At last all was still, not a soul stirring. He was just
taking a step towards the stairs when he heard fresh footsteps.
The steps sounded very far off, at the very bottom of the
stairs, but he remembered quite clearly and distinctly that from
the first sound he began for some reason to suspect that this
was some one coming there, to the fourth floor, to the old
woman. Why? Were the sounds somehow peculiar, significant?
The steps were heavy, even and unhurried. Now he had passed
the first floor, now he was mounting higher, it was growing
more and more distinct! He could hear his heavy breathing.
And now the third storey had been reached. Coming here!
And it seemed to him all at once that he was turned to stone,
that it was like a dream in which one is being pursued, nearly-
caught and will be killed, and is rooted to the spot and cannot
even move one's arms.
At last when the unknown was mounting to the fourth floor,
he suddenly started, and succeeded in slipping neatly and
quickly back into the flat and closing the door behind him.
Then he took the hook and softly, noiselessly, fixed it in the
catch. Instinct helped him. When he had done this, he crouched
holding his breath, by the door. The unknown visitor was by
now also at the door. They were now standing opposite one an-
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