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- 168 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
time, then I held the horses in, but he fell straight under their
feet! Either he did it on purpose or he was very tipsy. . . . The
horses are young and ready to take fright . . . they started, he
screamed . . . that made them worse. That's how it happened!"
"That's just how it was," a voice in the crowd confirmed.
"He shouted, that's true, he shouted three times," another
voice declared.
"Three times it was, we all heard it," shouted a third.
But the coachman was not very much distressed and fright-
ened. Itwas evident that the carriage belonged to a rich and im-
portant j>erson who was awaiting it somewhere; the police, of
course, were in no little anxiety to avoid upsetting his arrange-
ments. All they had to do was to take the injured man to the
police station and the hospital. No one knew his name.
Meanwhile Raskolnikov had squeezed in and stooped closer
over him. The lantern suddenly lighted up the unfortunate
man's face. He recognised him.
"I know him! I know him!" he shouted, pushing to the front.
"It's a government clerk retired from the service, Marmeladov.
He lives close by in Kozel's house. . . . Make haste for a doctor!
I w^ill pay, see." He pulled money out of his pocket and showed
it to the policeman. He was in violent agitation.
The police were glad that they had found out who the man
was. Raskolnikov gave his own name and address, and, as
earnestly as if it had been his father, he besought the police to
carry the unconscious Marmeladov to his lodging at once.
"Just here, three houses away," he said eagerly, "the house
belongs to Kozel, a rich German. He was going home, no doubt
dnmk. I know him, he is a drunkard. He has a family there, a
wife, children, he has one daughter. ... It will take time to take
him to the hospital, and there is sure to be a doctor in the house.
I'll pay, I'll pay! At least he will be looked after at home . . . they
will help him at once. But he'll die before you get him to the
hospital." He managed to slip something unseen into the police-
man's hand. But the thing was straightforward and legitimate,
and in any case help was closer here. They raised the injured
man; people volunteered to help.
Kozel's house was thirty yards away. Raskolnikov walked
behind, carefully holding Marmeladov 's head and showing the
way.
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