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- 136 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
are lots of people going in and out. He must have dropped the
ear-rings out of his pocket when he stood behind the door, and
did not notice he dropped them, because he had other things to
think of. The jewel-case is a conclusive proof that he did stand
there. . . . That's how I explain it."
"Too clever! No, my boy, you're too clever. That beats
everything!"
"But, why, why?"
"Why, because everything fits too well . . . it*s too melo-
dramatic."
"A-ach!" Razumihin was exclaiming, but at that moment
the door opened and a personage came in who was a stranger to
all present.
CHAPTER V
This was a gentleman no longer young, of a stiff and portly
appearance, and a cautious and sour countenance. He began by
stepping short in the doorway, staring about him with of-
fensive and undisguised astonishment, as though asking himself
what sort of place he had come to. Mistrustfully and with an
affectation of being alarmed and almost affronted, he scanned
Raskolnikov's low and narrow "cabin." With the same amaze-
ment he stared at Raskolnikov, who lay undressed, dishevelled,
unwashed, on his miserable dirty sofa, looking fixedly at him.
Then with the same deliberation he scrutinised the uncouth,
unkempt figure and unshaven face of Razumihin, who looked
him boldly and inquiringly in the face without rising from his
seat. A constrained silence lasted for a couple of minutes, and
then, as might be expected, some scene-shifting took place. Re-
flecting, probably from certain fairly unmistakable signs, that
he would get nothing in this "cabin" by attempting to overawe
them, the gentleman softened somewhat, and civilly, though
with some severity, emphasising every syllable of his question,
addressed Zossimov:
"Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov, a student, or formerly
a student?"
Zossimov made a slight movement, and would have answered,
had not Razumihin anticipated him.
"Here he is lying on the sofa! What do you want?"
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