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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 171
man's head a pillow, which no one had thought of and began
undressing and examining him. She kept her head, forgetting
herself, biting her trembling lips and stifling the screams which
were ready to break from hei;.
Raskolnikov meanwhile induced some one to run for a doctor.
There was a doctor, it appeared, next door but one.
"I've sent for a doctor," he kept assuring Katerina Ivanovna,
"don't be uneasy, I'll pay. Haven't you water? . . . and give me
a napkin or a towel, anything, as quick as you can. . . . He is in-
jured, but not killed, believe me. . . . "We shall see what the
doctor says!"
Katerina Ivanovna ran to the window; there, on a broken
chair in the corner, a large earthenware basin full of water had
been stood, in readiness for washing her children's and husband's
linen that night. This washing was done by Katerina Ivanovna
at night at least twice a week, if not of tener. For the family had
come to such a pass that they were practically without change
of linen, and Katerina Ivanovna could not endure uncleanliness
and, rather than see dirt in the house, she preferred to wear her-
self out at night, working beyond her strength when the rest
were asleep, so as to get the wet linen hung on a line and dry by
the morning. She took up the basin of water at Raskolnikov's
request, but almost fell down with her burden. But the latter
had already succeeded in finding a towel, wetted it and begun
washing the blood off Marmeladov's face.
Katerina Ivanovna stood by, breathing painfully and pressing
her hands to her breast. She was in need of attention herself.
Raskolnikov began to realise that he might have made a mistake
in having the injured man brought here. The policeman, too,
stood in hesitation.
"Polenka," cried Katerina Ivanovna, "run to Sonia, make
haste. If you don't find her at home, leave word that her fatherhas been rim over and that she is to come here at once . . . when
she comes in. Run, Polenka! there, put on the shawl."
"Run your fastest!" cried the little boy on the chair suddenly,
after which he relapsed into the same dumb rigidity, with round
eyes, his heels thrust forward and his toes spread out.
Meanwhile the room had become so full of people that you
couldn't have dropped a pin. The policemen left, all except one,
who remained for a time, trying to drive out the people who
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