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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 411
thiag terrible; they put their hands on each other's little shoul-
ders, stared s raight at one another and both at once opened
their mouths und began screaming. They were both still in their
fancy dress; one in a turban, the other in the cap with the
ostrich feather.
And how did "the certificate of merit" come to be on the
bed beside Katerina Ivanovna? It lay there by the pillow:
Raskolnikov saw it.
He walked away to the window. Lebeziatnikov skipped up to
him.
"She is dead," he said.
"Rodion Romanovitch, I must have two words with you,"
said Svidrigailov, coming up to them.
Lebeziatnikov at once made room for him and delicately
withdrew. Svidrigailov drew Raskolnikov further away.
"I will undertake all the arrangements, the funeral and that.
You know it's a question of money and, as I told you, I have
plenty to spare. I will put those two little ones and Polenka
into some good orphan asylum, and I will settle fifteen hundred
roubles to be paid to each on coming of age, so that Sofya Sem-
yonovna need have no anxiety about them. And I will pull her
out of the mud too, for she is a good girl, isn't she? So tell
Avdotya Romanovna that that is how I am spending her ten
thousand."
"What is your motive for such benevolence?" asked Raskol-nikov.
"Ah! you sceptical person!" laughed Svidrigailov. "I told
you I had no need of that money. Won't you admit that it's
simply done from humanity? She wasn't *a louse,' you know"
(he pointed to the corner where the dead woman lay) , "was she,
like some old pawnbroker woman? Come, you'll agree, is Luzhin
to go on living, and doing wicked things or is she to die? And
if I didn't help them, Polenka would go the same way."
He said this with an air of a soft of gay winking slyness, keep-
ing his eyes fixed on Raskolnikov, who turned white and cold,
hearing his own phrases, spoken to Sonia. He quickly steppeo
back and looked wildly at Svidrigailov.
"How do you know?" he whispered, hardly able to breathe.
"Why, I lodge here at Madame Resslich's, the other side of
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