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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 211
finds fault with me. . . . But, dear me, what a cupboard he Hves
in! I wonder whether he is awake? Does this woman, his land-
lady, consider it a room? Listen, you say he does not like to show
his feelings, so perhaps I shall annoy him with my . . . weak-
nesses? Do advise me, Dmitri Prokofitch, how am I to treat him?
I feel quite distracted, you know."
"Don't question him too much about anything if you see
him frown! don't ask him too much about his health; he
doesn't like that."
"Ah, Dmitri Prokofitch, how hard it is to be a mother! But
here are the stairs. . . . What an awful staircase!"
"Mother, you are quite pale, don't distress yourself, darling,''
said Dounia caressing her, then with flashing eyes she added:
"He ought to be happy at seeing you, and you are tormenting
yourself so."
"Wait, I'll peep in and see whether he has waked up."
The ladies slowly followed Razumihin, who went on before,
and when they reached the landlady's door on the fourth storey,
they noticed that her door was a tiny crack open and that two
keen black eyes were watching them from the darkness within.
When their eyes met, the door was suddenly shut with such a
slam that Pulcheria Alexandrovna almost cried out.
CHAPTER III
"He is well, quite well!" Zossimov cried cheerfully as they
entered.
He had come in ten minutes earlier and was sitting in the
same place as before, on the sofa. Raskolnikov was sitting in
the opposite corner, fully dressed and carefully washed and
combed, as he had not been for some time past. The room
was immediately crowded, yet Nastasya managed to follow the
visitors in and stayed to listen.
Raskolnikov really was almost well, as compared with his
condition the day before, but he was still pale, listless, and
sombre. He looked like a wounded man or one who has under-
gone some terrible physical suffering. His brows were knitted,
his lips compressed, his eyes feverish. He spoke little and reluc-
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