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- I
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 167
once take him up, you won't get rid of him. . . . "We know the
sort!"
"Shall I go there or not?" thought Raskolnikov, standing in
the middle of the thoroughfare at the cross roads, and he looked
about him, as though expecting from some one a decisive word.
But no sound came, all was dead and silent like the stones on
which he walked, dead to him, to him alone. . . . All at once at
the end of the street, two hundred yards away, in the gathering
dusk he saw a crowd and heard talk and shouts. In the middle
of the crowd stood a carriage. ... A light gleamed in the middle
of the street. "What is it?" Raskolnikov turned to the right and
went up to the crowd. He seemed to clutch at everything and
smiled coldly when he recognised it, for he had fully made up
his mind to go to the police station and knew that it would all
soon be over.
CHAPTER VII
An elegant carriage stood in the middle of the road with a pair
of spirited grey horses; there was no one in it, and the coachman
had got off his box and stood by; the horses were being held by
the bridle ... A mass of people had gathered round, the police
standing in front. One of them held a lighted lantern which he
was turning on something lying close to the wheels. Every one
was talking, shouting, exclaiming; the coachman seemed at a
loss and kept repeating:
"What a misfortune! Good Lord, what a misfortune!"
Raskolnikov pushed his way in as far as he could, and suc-
ceeded atlast in seeing the object of the commotion and interest.
On the ground a man who had been run over lay apparently
unconscious, and covered with blood; he was very badly dressed*
but not like a workman. Blood was flowing from his head and
face; his face was crushed, mutilated and disfigured. He was
evidently badly injured.
"Merciful heaven!" wailed the coachman, "what more could
I do? If I'd been driving fast or had not shouted to him, but I
was going quietly, not in a hurry. Every one could see I was
going along just like everybody else. A drunken man can't walk
straight, we all know. ... I saw him crossing the street, stagger-
ing and almost falling. I shouted again and a second and a third
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