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- 232 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Polenka? Oh, yes; Polenka, that is the little girl. She is yovir
sister? Did I give her the address?"
"Why, had you forgotten?"
"No, I remember."
"I had heard my father speak of you . . . only I did not know
your name, and he did not know it. And now I came . . . and as
/ Sad learnt your name, I asked to-day, 'Where does Mr. Ras-
kolnikov live?' I did not know you had only a room too. . . .
Good-bye, I will tell Katerina Ivanovna."
She was extremely glad to escape at last; she went away look-
ing down, hurrying to get out of sight as soon as possible, to
walk the twenty steps to the turning on the right and to be at
last alone, and then moving rapidly along, looking at no one,
noticing nothing, to think, to remember, to meditate on every
word, every detail. Never, never had she felt anything like this.
Dimly and unconsciously a whole new world was opening before
her. She remembered suddenly that Raskolnikov meant to come
to her that day, perhaps that morning, perhaps at once!
"Only not to-day, please, not to-day!" she kept muttering
with a sinking heart, as though entreating some one, like a
frightened child. "Mercy! to me ... to that room ... he will
see . . . oh, dear!"
She was not capable at that instant of noticing an unknown
gentleman who was watching her and- following at her heels.
He had accompanied her from the gateway. At the moment
when Razumihin, Raskolnikov, and she stood still at parting
on the pavement, this gentleman, who was just passing, started
on hearing Sonia's words: "and I asked where Mr. Raskolnikov
lived?" He turned a rapid but attentive look upon all three,
especially upon Raskolnikov, to whom Sonia was speaking; then
looked back and noted the house. All this was done in an instant
as he passsed, and trying not to betray his interest, he walked
on more slowly as though waiting for something. He was wait-
ing for Sonia; he saw that they were parting, and that Sonia
was going home.
"Home? Where? I've seen that face somewhere," he thought.
**I must find out."
At the turning he crossed over, looked round, and saw Sonia
coming the same way, noticing nothing. She turned the corner.
He followed her on <he other side. After about fifty paces he
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