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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 137
This familiar "what do you want" seemed to cut the ground
from the feet of the pompous gentleman. He was turning to
Razumihin, but checked himself in time and turned to Zossimov
again.
"This is Raskolnikov," mumbled Zossimov, nodding towards
him. Then he gave a prolonged yawn, opening his mouth as
wide as possible. Then he lazily put his hand into his waistcoat-
pocket, pulled out a huge gold watch in a round hunter's case,
opened it, looked at it and as slowly and lazily proceeded to put
it back.
Raskolnikov himself lay without speaking, on his back, gaz-
ing persistently, though without vmderstanding, at the stranger.
Now that his face was turned away from the strange flower on
the pap>er, it was extremely pale and wore a look of anguish, as
though he had just undergone an agonising operation or just
been taken from the rack. But the new-comer gradually began
to arouse his attention, then his wonder, then suspicion and even
alarm. When Zossimov said "This is Raskolnikov" he jumped up
quickly, sat on the sofa and with an almost defiant, but weak
and breaking, voice articulated:
"Yes, I am Raskolnikov! What do you want?"
The visitor scrutinised him and pronounced impressively:
"Pyotr Petrovitch Luzhin. I believe I have reason to hope
that my name is not wholly unknown to you?"
But Raskolnikov, who had expected something quite differ-
ent, gazed blankly and dreamily at him, making no reply, as
though he heard the name of Pyotr Petrovitch for the first
time.
"Is it possible that you can up to the present have received
no information?" asked Pyotr Petrovitch, somewhat discon-certed.
In reply Raskolnikov sank languidly back on the pillow, put
his hands behind his head and gazed at the ceiling. A look of
dismay came into Luzhin's face. Zossimov and Razumihin
stared at him more inquisitively than ever, and at last he
showed unmistakable signs of embarrassment.
"I had presumed and calculated," he faltered, "that a letter
posted more than ten days, if not a fortnight ago . . ."
"I say, why are you standing in the doorway?" Razumihin
interrupted suddenly. "If you've something to say, sit down.
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