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- 414 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
that he ought at once to come to an understanding with that
man and to make what terms he could. Walking outside the city
gates one day, he positively fancied that they had fixed a meet-
ing there, that he was waiting for Svidrigailov. Another time
he woke up before daybreak lying on the ground under some
bushes and could not at first understand how he had come there.
But during the two or three days after Katerina Ivanovna's
death, he had two or three times met Svidrigailov at Sonia's
lodging, where he had gone aimlessly for a moment. They ex-
changed afew words and made no reference to the vital subject,
as though they were tacitly agreed not to speak of it for a time.
Katerina Ivanovna's body was still lying in the coffin, Svid-
rigailov was busy making arrangements for the funeral. Sonia
too was very busy. At their last meeting Svidrigailov informed
Raskolnikov that he had made an arrangement, and a very sat-
isfactory one, for Katerina Ivanovna's children; that he had,
through certain connections, succeeded in getting hold of cer-
tain personages by whose help the three orphans could be at
once placed in very suitable institutions; that the money he had
settled on them had been of great assistance, as it is much easier
to place orphans with some property than destitute ones. He
said something too about Sonia and promised to come himself
in a day or two to see Raskolnikov, mentioning that "he would
like to consult with him, that there were things they must talk
over. . . ."
This conversation took place in the passage on the stairs.
Svidrigailov looked intently at Raskolnikov and suddenly, after
a brief pause, dropping his voice, asked: "But how is it, Rodion
Romanovitch; you don't seem yourself? You look and you
listen, but you don't seem to understand. Cheer up! We'll talk
things over; i am only sorry, I've so much to do of my own
business and other people's. Ah, Rodion Romanovitch," he
added suddenly, "what all men need is fresh air, fresh air . . .
more than anything!"
He moved to one side to make way for the priest and server,
who were coming up the stairs. They had come for the requiem
service. By Svidrigailov's orders it was sung twice a day punctu-
ally. Svidrigailov went his way. Raskolnikov stood still a
moment, thought, and followed the priest into Sonia's room. He
stood at the door. They began quietly, slowly and mournfully
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