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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 495
A ring round him. Raskolnikov squeezed his way through the
crowd, stared for some minutes at the drunken man and sud-
denly gave a short jerky laugh. A minute later he had forgotten
him and did not see him, though he still stared. He moved away
at last, not remembering where he was; but when he got into the
middle of the square an emotion suddenly came over him, over-
whelming him body and mind.
He suddenly recalled Sonia's word, "Go to the cross roads,
bow down to the people, kiss the earth, for you have sinned
against it too, and say aloud to the whole world, 'I am a mur-
derer.' "He trembled, remembering that. And the hopeless mis-
ery and anxiety of all that time, especially of the last hours, had
weighed so heavily upon him that he positively clutched at the
chance of this new unmixed, complete sensation. It came over
him like a fit; it was like a single spark kindled in his soul and
spreading fire through him. Everything in him softened at once
and the tears started into his eyes. He fell to the earth on the
spot. . . .
He knelt down in the middle of the square, bowed down to
the earth, and kissed that filthy earth with bliss and rapture.
He got up and bowed down a second time.
"He's boozed," a youth near him observed.
There was a roar of laughter.
"He's going to Jerusalem, brothers, and saying good-bye to
his children and his country. He's bowing down to all the world
and kissing the great city of St. Petersburg and its pavement,"added a workman who was a little drunk.
"Quite a young man, too!" observed a third.
"And a gentleman," some one observed soberly.
"There's no knowing who's a gentleman and who isn't nowa-
days."These exclamations and remarks checked Raskolnikov, and
the words, "I am a murderer," which were perhaps on the point
of dropping from his lips, died away. He bore these remarks
quietly, however, and without looking round, he turned down a
street leading to the police office. He had a glimpse of some-
thing on the way which did not surprise him; he had felt that
it must be so. The second time he bowed down in the Hay
Market, he saw standing fifty paces from him on the left Sonia.
She was hiding from him behind on" of the wooden shanties in
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