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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 95
say: "Well, how do you feel now?" But what did he care now
for an i.o.u., for a writ of recovery! Was that worth worrying
about now, was it worth attention even! He stood, he read, he
listened, he answered, he even asked questions himself, but all
mechanically. The triumphant sense of security, of deliverance
from overwhelming danger, that was what filled his whole soul
that moment without thought for the future, without analysis,
without suppositions or surmises, without doubts and without
questioning. It was an instant of full, direct, purely instinctive
joy. But at that very moment something like a thunderstorm
took place in the office. The assistant superintendant, still shaken
by Raskolnikov's disrespect, still fuming and obviously anxious
to keep up his wounded dignity, pounced on the unfortunate
smart lady, who had been gazing at him ever since he came in
with an exceedingly silly smile.
"You shameful hussy!" he shouted suddenly at the top of his
voice. (The lady in mourning had left the office.) "What was
going on at your house last night? Eh! A disgrace again, you're
a scandal to the whole street. Fighting and drinking again. Do
you want the house of correction? Why, I have warned you ten
times over that I would not let you off the eleventh! And here
you are agam, agam, you . . . you . . . !
The paper fell out of Raskolnikov's hands, and he looked
wildly at the smart lady who was so unceremoniously treated.
But he soon saw what it meant, and at once began to find positive
amusement in the scandal. He listened with pleasure, so that he
longed to laugh and laugh ... all his nerves were on edge.
"Ilya Petrovitch!" the head clerk was beginning anxiously,
but stopped short, for he knew from experience that the enraged
assistant could not be stopped except by force.
As for the smart lady, at first she positively trembled before
the storm. But strange to say, the more numerous and violent
the terms of abuse became, the more amiable she looked, and the
more seductive the smiles she lavished on the terrible assistant,
She moved uneasily, and curtsied incessantly, waiting impa-
tiently for a chance of putting in her word; and at last she
found it.
"There was no sort of noise or fighting in my house, Mr.
Captain," she pattered all at once, like peas dropping, speaking
Russian confidently, though with a stcong German accent, "and
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