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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 469
out turning or moving. But there seemed a terrible significance
in the tone of that "make haste."
Dounia understood it, snatched up the key, flew to the door,
unlocked it quickly and rushed out of the room. A minute later,
beside herself, she ran out on to the canal bank in the direction
of X. Bridge.
Svidrigailov remained three minutes standing at the window.
At last he slowly turned, looked about him and passed his hand
over his forehead. A strange smile contorted his face, a pitiful,
sad, weak smile, a smile of despair. The blood, which was already
getting dry, smeared his hand. He looked angrily at it, then
wetted a towel and washed his temple. The revolver which
Dounia had flung away lay near the door and suddenly caught
his eye. He picked it up and examined it. It v.'as a little pocket
three-barrel revolver of old-fashioned construction. There were
still two charges and one capsule left in it. It could be fired
again. He thought a Uttle, put the revolver in his pocket, took
his hat and went out.
CHAPTER VI
He spent that evening till ten o'clock, going from one low
haunt to another. Katia too turned up and sang another gutter
song, how a certain "villain and tyrant"
"began kissing Katia."
Svidrigailov treated Katia and the organ-grinder and some sing-
ers and the waiters and two little clerks. He was particularly
drawn to these clerks by the fact that they both had crooked
noses, one bent to the left and the other to the right. They took
him finally to a pleasure garden, where he paid for their en-
trance. There was one lanky three-year-old pine tree and three
bushes in the garden, besides a "Vauxhall," which was in reality
a drinking-bar where tea too was served, and there were a fev
green tables and chairs standing round it. A chorus of wretched
singers and a drunken, but exceedingly depressed German clown
from Miinich with a red nose entertained the public. The clerks
quarrelled with some other clerks and a fight seemed imminent.
Svidriga'ilov was chosen to decide the dispute. He listened to
them for a quarter of an hour, but they shouted so loud that
there was no possibility of understanding them. The only fact
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