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- 178 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
sistance to you, then ... I ... in short, I will come again, I will
be sure to come again ... I shall, perhaps, come again to-
morrow.. . . Good-bye!"
And he went quickly out of the room, squeezing his way
through the crowd to the stairs. But in the crowd he suddenly
jostled against Nikodim Fomitch, who had heard of the acci-
dent and had come to give instructions in person. They had not
met since the scene at the police station, but Nikodim Fomitch
knew him instantly.
"Ah, is that you?" he asked him.
"He's dead," answered Raskolnikov. "The doctor and the
priest have been, all as it should have been. Don't worry the
poor woman too much, she is in consumption as it is. Try and
cheer her up, if possible . . . you are a kind-hearted man, I
know . . ." he added with a smile, looking straight in his face.
"But you are spattered with blood," observed Nikodim
Fomitch, noticing in the lamplight some fresh stains on Ras-
kolnikov's waistcoat.
"Yes . . . I'm covered with blood," Raskolnikov said with a
peculiar air; then he smiled, nodded and went downstairs.
He walked down slowly and deUberately, feverish but not
conscious of it, entirely absorbed in a new overwhelming sen-
sation oflife and strength that surged up suddenly within him.
This sensation might be compared to that of a man condemned
to death who has suddenly been pardoned. Halfway down the
staircase he was overtaken by the priest on his way home; Ras-
kolnikov lethim pass, exchanging a silent greeting with him.
He was just descending the last steps when he heard rapid foot-
steps behind him. Some one overtook him; it was Polenka. She
was running after him, calling "Wait! wait!"He turned round. She was at the bottom of the staircase and
stopped short a step above him. A dim light came in from the
yard. Raskolnikov could distinguish the child's thin but pretty
little face, looking at him with a bright childish smile. She had
run after him with a message which she was evidently glad to
give.
"Tell me, what is your name? . . . and where do you live?"
she said hvuriedly in a breathless voice.
He laid both hands on her shoulders and looked at her with
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