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- .70 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
breaking up?' (You must mend that tear, you miist take your
needle and darn it as I showed you, or to-morrow — cough,
cough, cough — he will make the hole bigger," she articulated
with eflFort.) Prince Schegolskoy, a kammerjvmker, had just
come from Petersburg then. . . he danced the mazurka with me
and wanted to make me an offer next day; but I thanked him
in flattering expressions and told him that my heart had long
been another's. That other was your father, Polya; papa was
fearfully angry. ... Is the water ready? Give me the shirt, and
the stockings! Lida," said she to the youngest one, "you must
manage without your chemise to-night . . . and lay your stock-
ings out with it . . . I'll wash them together. . . . How is it that
drunken vagabond doesn't come in? He has worn his shirt till it
looks like a dishclout, he has torn it to rags! I'd do it all to-
gether, so as not to have to work two nights running! Oh, dear!
(Cough, cough, cough, cough!) Again! What's this?" she cried,
noticing a crowd in the passage and the men who were pushing
'jito her room, carrying a burden. "What is it? What are they
bringing? Mercy on us!"
"Where are we to put him?" asked the policeman, looking
round when Marmeladov, unconscious and covered with blood,
had been carried in.
"On the sofa! Put him straight on the sofa, with his head
this way," Raskolnikov showed him.
"Run over in the road! Dnmk!" some one shouted in the
passage.
Katerina Ivanovna stood, turning white and gasping for
breath. The children were terrified. Little Lida screamed, rushed
to Polenka and clutched at her, trembling all over.
Having laid Marmeladov down, Raskolnikov flew to Katerina
Jvanovna.
"For God's sake be calm, don't be frightened!" he said, speak-
ing quickly, "he was crossing the road and was run over by
a carriage, don't be frightened, he will come to, I told them
to bring him here . . . I've been here already, you remember?
He will come to; I'll pay!"
"He's done it this time!" Katerina Ivanovna cried despair-
ingly and she rushed to her husband.
Raskolnikov noticed at once that she was not one of those
women who swoon easily. She instantly placed under the luckless
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