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- 438 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
got up and moved back his chair, he seemed to have become
suddenly aware that Raskolnikov had seen him, and was watch-
ing him. What had passed between them was much the same as
what happened at their first meeting in Raskolnikov's room.
A sly smile came into Svidrigailov's face and grew broader and
broader. Each knew that he was seen and watched by the other.
At last Svidrigailov broke into a loud laugh.
"Well, well, come in if you want me; I am here!" he shoutedfrom the window.
Raskolnikov went up into the tavern. He found Svidrigailov
in a tiny back room, adjoining the saloon in which merchants,
clerks and numbers of people of all sorts were drinking tea at
twenty little tables to the desperate bawling of a chorus of sing-
ers. The click of billiard balls could be heard in the distance. On
the table before Svidrigailov stood an open bottle, and a glass
half full of champagne. In the room he found also a boy with a
little hand organ, a healthy-looking red-cheeked girl of eighteen,
wearing a tucked-up striped skirt, and a Tyrolese hat with rib-
bons. In spite of the chorus in the other room, she was singing
some servants' hall song in a rather husky contralto, to the
accompaniment of the organ.
"Come, that's enough," Svidrigailov stopped her at Raskolni-
kov's entrance. The girl at once broke off and stood waiting
respectfully. She had sung her guttural rhymes, too, with a
serious and respectful expression in her face.
"Hey, Philip, a glass!" shouted Svidrigailov.
"I won't drink anything," said Raskolnikov.
"As you like, I didn't mean it for you. Drink Katia! I don't
want anything more to-day, you can go." He poured her out
a full glass, and laid down a yellow note.
Katia drank off her glass of wine, as women do, without put-
ting itdown, in twenty gulps, took the note and kissed Svidri-
gailov's hand, which he allowed quite seriously. She went out
of the room and the boy trailed after her with the organ. Both
had been brought in from the street. Svidrigailov had not been
a week in Petersburg, but everything about him was already, so
to speak, on a patriarchal footing; the waiter, Philip, was by
now an old friend and very obsequious.
The door leading to the saloon had a lock on it. Svidrigailov
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