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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 173
yourself what has happened to Semyon Zaharovitch; he is dying.
I beg you to close that door at once and to admit no one. Let him
at least die in peace! Or I warn you the Governor-General, him-
self, shall be informed of your conduct to-morrow. The prince
knew me as a girl; he remembers Semyon Zaharovitch well and
has often been a benefactor to him. Every one knows that Sem-
yon Zaharovitch had many friends and protectors, whom he
abandoned himself from an honourable pride, knowing his un-
happy weakness, but now (she pointed to Raskolnikov) a gener-
ous young man has come to our assistance, who has wealth and
connections and whom Semyon Zaharovitch has known from a
child. You may rest assured, Amalia Ludwigovna . . ."
All this was uttered with extreme rapidity, getting quicker
and quicker, but a cough suddenly cut short Katerina Iva-
novna's eloquence. At that instant the dying man recovered
consciousness and uttered a groan; she ran to him. The injured
man opened his eyes and without recognition or xmderstanding
gazed at Raskolnikov who was bending over him. He drew deep,
slow, painful breaths; blood oozed at the corners of his mouth
and drops of perspiration came out on his forehead. Not recog-
nising Raskolnikov, he began looking round uneasily. Katerina
Ivanovna looked at him with a sad but stern face, and tears
trickled from her eyes.
"My God! His whole chest is crushed! How he is bleeding,"
she said in despair. "We must take off his clothes. Turn a little,
Semyon Zaharovitch, if you can," she cried to him.
Marmeladov recognised her.
"A priest," he articulated huskily.
Kat«rina Ivanovna walked to the window, laid her head
against the window frame and exclaimed in despair:
"Oh, cursed life!"
"A priest," the dying man said again after a moment'jsilence.
"They've gone for him," Katerina Ivanovna shouted to him;
he obeyed her shout and was silent. With sad and timid eyes he
looked for her; she returned and stood by his pillow. He seemed
a little easier but not for long^
Soon his eyes rested on little Lida, his favourite, who wa»
shaking in the corner, as though she were in a fit, and staring ar
him with her wondering childish eyes.
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