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- , CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 95
scent; and though her smile was impudent as well as cringing,
it betrayed evident uneasiness.
The lady in mourning had done at last, and got up. All at once,
with some noise, an officer walked in very jauntily, with a pe-
culiar swing of his shoulders at each step. He tossed his cockaded
cap on the table and sat down in an easy-chair. The smart lady
positively skipped from her seat on seeing him, and fell to curt-
sying ina sort of ecstasy; but the officer took not the smallest
notice of her, and she did not venture to sit down again in his
presence. He was the assistant superintendent. He had a red-
dish moustache that stood out horizontally on each side of his
face, and extremely small features, expressive of nothing much
except a certain insolence. He looked askance and rather indig-
nantly atRaskolnikov; he was so very badly dressed, and in
spite of his humiliating position, his bearing was by no means in
keeping with his clothes. Raskolnikov had unwarily fixed a very
long and direct look on him, so that he felt positively affronted.
"What do you want?" he shouted, apparently astonished that
such a ragged fellow was not annihilated by the majesty of his
glance.
"I was summoned ... by a notice ..." Raskolnikov faltered.
"For the recovery of money due, from the student," the head
clerk interfered hurriedly, tearing himself from his papers.
"Here!" and he flung Raskolnikov a document and pointed out
the place. "Read that!"
"Money? What money?" thought Raskolnikov, "but . . .
then . . . it's certainly not that."
And he trembled with joy. He felt sudden intense indescrib-
able relief. A load was lifted from his back,
"And pray, what time were you directed to appear, sir?"
shouted the assistant superintendent, seeming for some un-
known reason more and more aggrieved. "You are told to come
at nine, and now it's twelve!"
"The notice was only brought me a quarter of an hour ago,"
Raskolnikov answered loudly over his shoulder. To his own
surprise he, too, grew suddenly angry and found a certain pleas-
ure init. "And it's enough that I have come here ill with fever."
"Kindly refrain from shouting!"
"I'm not shouting, I'm speaking very quietly, it's you who
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