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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 473
the other hand, the gratitude expressed was most glowing and
was reinforced by tears from the most sensible of mothers.
Svidrigailov got up, laughed, kissed his betrothed, patted her
cheek, declared he would soon come back, and noticing in her
eyes, together with childish curiosity, a sort of earnest dumb
inquiry, reflected and kissed her again, though he felt sincere
anger inwardly at the thought that his present would be imme-
diately locked up in the keeping of the most sensible of mothers.
He went away, leaving them all in a state of extraordinary ex-
citement, but the tender mamma, speaking quietly in a half
whisper, settled some of the most important of their doubts,
concluding that Svidrigailov was a great man, a man of great
affairs and connections and of great wealth — there was no
knowing what he had in his mind. He would start off on a
journey and give away money just as the fancy took him, so
that there was nothing surprising about it. Of course it was
strange that he was wet through, but Englishmen, for instance,
are even more eccentric, and all these people of high society
didn't think of what was said of them and didn't stand on
ceremony. Possibly, indeed, he came like that on purpose to
show that he was not afraid of any one. Above all, not a word
should be said about it, for God knows what might come of it,
and the money must be locked up, and it was most fortunate
that Fedosya, the cook, had not left the kitchen. And above
all not a word must be said to that old cat, Madame Resslich,
and so on and so on. They sat up whispering till two o'clock,
but the girl went to bed much earlier, amazed and rather .sor-
rowful.
Svidrigailov meanwhile, exactly at midnight, crossed the
bridge on the way back to the mainland. The rain had ceased and
there was a roaring wind. He began shivering, and for one
moment he gazed at the black waters of the Little Neva with a
look of special interest, even inquiry. But he soon felt it very
cold, standing by the water; he turned and went towards Y.
Prospect. He walked along that endless street for a long time,
almost half an hour, more than once stumbling in the dark
on the wooden pavement, but continually looking for some-
thing on the right side of the street. He had noticed passing
through this street lately that there was a hotel somewhere
towards the end, built of wood, but fairly large, and its name he
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