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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 48i
was tired, but could not catch it. At last, realising that he was
engaged in this interesting pursuit, he started, got up and walked
resolutely out of the room. A minute later he was in the street.
A thick milky mist hung over the town. Svidrigailov walked
along the slippery dirty wooden pavement towards the Little
Neva. He was picturing the waters of the Little Neva swollen
in the night, Petrovsky Island, the wet paths, the wet grass, the
wet trees and bushes and at last the bush. . . . He began ill-
humouredly staring at the houses, trying to think of something
else. There was not a cabman or a passer-by in the street. The
bright yellow, wooden, little houses looked dirty and dejected
with their closed shutters. The cold and damp penetrated his
whole body and he began to shiver. From time to time he came
across shop signs and read each carefully. At last he reached
the end of the wooden pavement and came to a big stone house.
A dirty, shivering dog crossed his path with its tail between its
legs. A man in a great coat lay face downwards, dead drimk,
across the pavement. He looked at him and went on. A high
tower stood up on the left. "Bah!" he shouted, "here is a place-
Why should it be Petrovsky? It will be in the presence of an
official witness anyway. . . ."
He almost smiled at this new thought and turned into the
street where there was the big house with the tower. At the great
closed gates of the house, a little man stood with his shoulder
leaning against them, wrapped in a grey soldier's coat, with a
copper Achilles helmet on his head. He cast a drowsy and in-
different glance at Svidrigailov. His face wore that perpetual
look of peevish dejection, which is so sourly printed on all faces
of Jewish race without exception. They both, Svidrigailov and
Achilles, stared at each other for a few minutes without speak-
ing. At last it struck Achilles as irregular for a man not drunk
to be standing three steps from him, staring and not saying a
word.
"What do you want here?" he said, without moving or
changing his position.
"Nothing, brother, good morning," answered Svidrigailov.
"This isn't the place."
"I am going to foreign parts, brother."
"To foreign parts?"
"To America."
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