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And
where
is
the
money
?
What
’
s
in
your
pocket
,
show
me
!
And
your
clothes
are
all
different
!
Where
are
your
clothes
?
Where
is
the
money
!
Speak
!
”
And
she
fell
to
searching
him
.
Marmeladov
submissively
and
obediently
held
up
both
arms
to
facilitate
the
search
.
Not
a
farthing
was
there
.
“
Where
is
the
money
?
”
she
cried
—
“
Mercy
on
us
,
can
he
have
drunk
it
all
?
There
were
twelve
silver
roubles
left
in
the
chest
!
”
and
in
a
fury
she
seized
him
by
the
hair
and
dragged
him
into
the
room
.
Marmeladov
seconded
her
efforts
by
meekly
crawling
along
on
his
knees
.
“
And
this
is
a
consolation
to
me
!
This
does
not
hurt
me
,
but
is
a
positive
con
-
so
-
la
-
tion
,
ho
-
nou
-
red
sir
,
”
he
called
out
,
shaken
to
and
fro
by
his
hair
and
even
once
striking
the
ground
with
his
forehead
.
The
child
asleep
on
the
floor
woke
up
,
and
began
to
cry
.
The
boy
in
the
corner
losing
all
control
began
trembling
and
screaming
and
rushed
to
his
sister
in
violent
terror
,
almost
in
a
fit
.
The
eldest
girl
was
shaking
like
a
leaf
.
“
He
’
s
drunk
it
!
he
’
s
drunk
it
all
,
”
the
poor
woman
screamed
in
despair
—
“
and
his
clothes
are
gone
!
And
they
are
hungry
,
hungry
!
”
—
and
wringing
her
hands
she
pointed
to
the
children
.
“
Oh
,
accursed
life
!
And
you
,
are
you
not
ashamed
?
”
—
she
pounced
all
at
once
upon
Raskolnikov
—
“
from
the
tavern
!
Have
you
been
drinking
with
him
?
You
have
been
drinking
with
him
,
too
!
Go
away
!
”
The
young
man
was
hastening
away
without
uttering
a
word
.
The
inner
door
was
thrown
wide
open
and
inquisitive
faces
were
peering
in
at
it
.
Coarse
laughing
faces
with
pipes
and
cigarettes
and
heads
wearing
caps
thrust
themselves
in
at
the
doorway
.
Further
in
could
be
seen
figures
in
dressing
gowns
flung
open
,
in
costumes
of
unseemly
scantiness
,
some
of
them
with
cards
in
their
hands
.
They
were
particularly
diverted
,
when
Marmeladov
,
dragged
about
by
his
hair
,
shouted
that
it
was
a
consolation
to
him
.
They
even
began
to
come
into
the
room
;
at
last
a
sinister
shrill
outcry
was
heard
:
this
came
from
Amalia
Lippevechsel
herself
pushing
her
way
amongst
them
and
trying
to
restore
order
after
her
own
fashion
and
for
the
hundredth
time
to
frighten
the
poor
woman
by
ordering
her
with
coarse
abuse
to
clear
out
of
the
room
next
day
.
As
he
went
out
,
Raskolnikov
had
time
to
put
his
hand
into
his
pocket
,
to
snatch
up
the
coppers
he
had
received
in
exchange
for
his
rouble
in
the
tavern
and
to
lay
them
unnoticed
on
the
window
.
Afterwards
on
the
stairs
,
he
changed
his
mind
and
would
have
gone
back
.
“
What
a
stupid
thing
I
’
ve
done
,
”
he
thought
to
himself
,
“
they
have
Sonia
and
I
want
it
myself
.
”
But
reflecting
that
it
would
be
impossible
to
take
it
back
now
and
that
in
any
case
he
would
not
have
taken
it
,
he
dismissed
it
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
and
went
back
to
his
lodging
.
“
Sonia
wants
pomatum
too
,
”
he
said
as
he
walked
along
the
street
,
and
he
laughed
malignantly
—
“
such
smartness
costs
money
.
.
.
.
Hm
!
And
maybe
Sonia
herself
will
be
bankrupt
to
-
day
,
for
there
is
always
a
risk
,
hunting
big
game
.
.
.
digging
for
gold
.
.
.
then
they
would
all
be
without
a
crust
to
-
morrow
except
for
my
money
Hurrah
for
Sonia
!
What
a
mine
they
’
ve
dug
there
!
And
they
’
re
making
the
most
of
it
!
Yes
,
they
are
making
the
most
of
it
!
They
’
ve
wept
over
it
and
grown
used
to
it
.
Man
grows
used
to
everything
,
the
scoundrel
!
”
He
sank
into
thought
.
