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- 258 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
and fold of the paper. Finding nothing, he got up and drew a
deep breath. As he was reaching the steps of Bakaleyev's, he
suddenly fancied that something, a chain, a stud or even a bit
of paper in which they had been wrapped with the old woman's
handwriting on it, might somehow have slipped out and been
lost in some crack, and then might suddenly turn up as unex-
pected, conclusive evidence against him.
He stood as though lost in thought, and a strange, humiliated,
half senseless smile strayed on his lips. He took his cap at last
and went quietly out of the room. His ideas were all tangled.
He went dreamily through the gateway.
"Here he is himself," shouted a loud voice.
He raised his head.
The porter was standing at the door of his little room and was
pointing him out to a short man who looked like an artisan,
'{^earing a long coat and a waistcoat, and looking at a distance
remarkably like a woman. He stooped, and his head in a greasy
a p hung forward. From his wrinkled flabby face he looked
o\er fifty; his little eyes were lost in fat and they looked out
grimly, sternly and discontentedly.
"What is it?" Raskolnikov asked, going up to the porter.
The man stole a look at him from under his brows and he
looked at him attentively, deliberately; then he turned slowly
and went out of the gate into the street without saying a word.
"What is It?" cried Raskolnikov.
"Why, he there was asking whether a student lived here,
mentioned your name and whom you lodged with. I saw you
coming and pointed you out and he went away. It's funny."
The porter too seemed rather puzzled, but not much so, and
after wondering for a moment he turned and went back to his
room.
Raskolnikov ran after the stranger, and at once caught sight
of him walking along the other side of the street with the same
even, deliberate step with his eyes fixed on the ground, as though
in meditation. He soon overtook him, but for some time walked
behind him. At last, moving on to a level with him, he looked
at his face. The man noticed him at once, looked at him quickly,
but dropped his eyes again; and so they walked for a minute
side by side without uttering a word.
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