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- 174 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"A
—
ah," he signed
towards
her
uneasily.
He wanted
to
say
Something.
"What now?" cried Katerina Ivanovna.
"Barefoot, barefoot!" he muttered, indicating with frenzied
eyes the child's bare feet.
"Be silent," Katerina Ivanovna cried irritably, "you know
why she is barefooted."
"Thank God, the doctor," exclaimed Raskolnikov, relieved.
The doctor came in, a precise little old man, a German, look-
ing about him mistrustfully; he went up to the sick man, took
his pulse, carefully felt his head and with the help of Katerina
Ivanovna he imbuttoned the blood-stained shirt, and bared the
injured man's chest. It was gashed, crushed and fractured,
several ribs on the right side were broken. On the left side, just
over the heart, was a large, sinister-looking yellowish-black
bruise — a cruel kick from the horse's hoof. The doctor frowned.
The policeman told him that he was caught in the wheel and
turned round with it for thirty yards on the road.
"It's wonderful that he has recovered consciousness," the
doctor whispered softly to Raskolnikov.
"What do you think of him?" he asked.
"He will die immediately."
"Is there really no hope?"
"Not the faintest! He is at the last gasp. . . . His head is badly
injured, too . . . Him ... I could bleed him if you like, but ... it
would be useless. He is bound to die within the next five or ten
minutes."
"Better bleed him then."
"If you like. . . . But I warn you it will be perfectly useless."
At that moment other steps were heard; the crowd in the pas-
sage parted, and the priest, a little, grey old man, appeared in.
the doorway bearing the sacrament. A {wliceman had gone for
him at the time of the accident. The doctor changed places with
him, exchanging glances with him. Raskolnikov begged the
doctor to remain a little while. He shrugged his shoulders and
remained.
All stepped back. The confession was soon over. The dying
man probably understood little; he could only utter indistinct
broken sounds. Katerina Ivanovna took little Lida, lifted the boy
from the chair, knelt down in the corner by the stove and made
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