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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 161
*'I bet you will," Razumihin shouted after him. "I refvise to
know you if you don't! Stay, hey, is Zametov in there?"
"Yes."
"Did you see him?"
"Yes."
"Talked to him?"
"Yes."
"What about? Confound you don't tell me then. Potchin-
kov's house, 47, Babushkin's flat, remember!"
Raskolnikov walked on and turned the corner into Sadovy
Street. Razumihin looked after him thoughtfully. Then with
a wave of his hand he went into the house but stopped short o l
the stairs.
"Confound it," he went on almost aloud. "He talked sensibl r
but yet ... I am a fool! As if madmen didn't talk sensibly! An 1
this was just what Zossimov seemed afraid of." He struck hf$
finger on his forehead. "What if . . . how could I let him go oM
alone? He may drown himself. . . . Ach, what a blunder! I
can't." And he ran back to overtake Raskolnikov, but there wa j
no trace of him. "With a curse he returned with rapid steps to th i
Palais de Crystal to question Zametov.
Raskolnikov walked straight to X Bridge, stood in th;
middle, and leaning both elbows on the rail stared into the dis •
tance. On parting with Razumihin, he felt so much weaker tha'^
he could scarcely reach this place. He longed to sit or lie down
somewhere in the street. Bending over the water, he gazed
mechanically at the last pink flush of the sunset, at the row olF
houses growing dark in the gathering twilight, at one distanf:
attic window on the left bank, flashing as though on fire in the
last rays of the setting sun, at the darkening water of the canal,
and the water seemed to catch his attention. At last red
circles flashed before his eyes, the houses seemed moving, the
passers-by, the canal banks, the carriages, all danced before his
eyes. Suddenly he started, saved again perhaps from swooning
by an uncanny and hideous sight. He became aware of some
one standing on the right side of him; he looked and saw a taH
woman with a kerchief on her head, with a long, yellow, wasted
face and red sunken eyes. She was looking straight at him, bul
obviously she saw nothing and recognised no one. Suddenly
she leaned her right hand on the parapet, lifted her right le^
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