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- 338 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
He sat on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his face
hidden in his hands. He was still shivering nervously. At last he
got up, took his cap, thought a minute, and went to the door.
He had a sort of presentiment that for to-day, at least, he
might consider himself out of danger. He had a sudden sense
almost of joy; he wanted to make haste to Katerina Ivanovna's.
He would be too late for the funeral, of course, but he would
be in time for the memorial dinner, and there at once he would
see Sonia.
He stood still, thought a moment, and a suffering smile came
for a moment on to his lips.
"To-day! To-day," he repeated to himself. "Yes, to-day! So
it must be. . . ."
But as he was about to open the door, it began opening of
itself. He started and moved back. The door opened gently and
slowly, and there suddenly appeared a figure — yesterday's visitor
from underground.
The man stood in the doorway, looked at Raskolnikov with-
out speaking, and took a step forward into the room. He was
exac V ^^^ same as yesterday; the same figure, the same dress,
but there was a great change in his face; he looked dejected and
sighed deeply. If he had only put his hand up to his cheek and
leaned his head on one side he would have looked exactly like
a peasant woman.
"What do you want?" asked Raskolnikov, numb with terror.
The man was still silent, but suddenly he bowed down almost
to the ground, touching it with his finger.
"What is it?" cried Raskolnikov.
"I have sinned," the man articulated softly.
"How?"
"By evil thoughts."
They looked at one another.
"I was vexed. When you came, perhaps in drink, and bade
the porters go to the police station and asked about the blood,
I was vexed that they let you go and took you for drunken.
I was so vexed that I lost my sleep. And remembering the ad-
dress we came here yesterday and asked for you. . . ."
"Who came?" Raskolnikov interrupted, instantly beginning
fo recollect.
"I did, I've wronged you."
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