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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 273
Vishera, and the third time was two hours ago in the rooni
where I am staying. I was alone."
"Were you awake?"
"Quite awake. I was wide awake every time. She comes,
speaks to me for a minute and goes out at the door — always at
the door. I can almost hear her."
"What made me think that something of the sort must be
happening to you?" Raskolnikov said suddenly.
At the same moment he was surprised at having said it. He
was much excited.
"What! Did you think so?" Svidrigailov asked in astonish-
ment. "Did you really? Didn't I say that there was something
in common between us, eh?"
"You never said so!" Raskolnikov cried sharply and withheat.
"Didn't I?"
"No!"
,
"I thought I did. When I came in and saw you lying with
yoxxr eyes shut, pretending, I said to myself at once 'here's the
man'."
"What do you mean by 'the man'? What are you talking
about?" cried Raskolnikov.
"What do I mean? I really don't know. , . ." Svidrigailov
muttered ingenuously, as though he, too, were puzzled.
For a minute they were silent. They stared in each other'sfaces.
"That's all nonsense!" Raskolnikov shouted with vexation.
"What does she say when she comes to you?"
"She! Would you believe it, she talks of the silliest trifles
and — man is a strange creature — it makes me angry. The first
time she came in (I was tired you know: the funeral service,
the funeral ceremony, the lunch afterwards. At last I was left
alone in my study. I lighted a cigar and began to think), she
came in at the door. 'You've been so busy to-day, Arkady
Ivanovitch, you have forgotten to wind the dining room clock,'
she said. All those seven years I've wovmd that clock every week,
and if I forgot it she would always remind me. The next day I
set off on my way here. I got out at the station at daybreak;
I'd been asleep, tired out, with my eyes half open, I was drinking
some coffee. I looked up and there was suddenly Marf a Petrovna
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