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“
But
you
are
spattered
with
blood
,
”
observed
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
noticing
in
the
lamplight
some
fresh
stains
on
Raskolnikov
’
s
waistcoat
.
“
Yes
.
.
.
I
’
m
covered
with
blood
,
”
Raskolnikov
said
with
a
peculiar
air
;
then
he
smiled
,
nodded
and
went
downstairs
.
He
walked
down
slowly
and
deliberately
,
feverish
but
not
conscious
of
it
,
entirely
absorbed
in
a
new
overwhelming
sensation
of
life
and
strength
that
surged
up
suddenly
within
him
.
This
sensation
might
be
compared
to
that
of
a
man
condemned
to
death
who
has
suddenly
been
pardoned
.
Halfway
down
the
staircase
he
was
overtaken
by
the
priest
on
his
way
home
;
Raskolnikov
let
him
pass
,
exchanging
a
silent
greeting
with
him
.
He
was
just
descending
the
last
steps
when
he
heard
rapid
footsteps
behind
him
.
Someone
overtook
him
;
it
was
Polenka
.
She
was
running
after
him
,
calling
“
Wait
!
wait
!
”
He
turned
round
.
She
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
and
stopped
short
a
step
above
him
.
A
dim
light
came
in
from
the
yard
.
Raskolnikov
could
distinguish
the
child
’
s
thin
but
pretty
little
face
,
looking
at
him
with
a
bright
childish
smile
.
She
had
run
after
him
with
a
message
which
she
was
evidently
glad
to
give
.
“
Tell
me
,
what
is
your
name
?
.
.
.
and
where
do
you
live
?
”
she
said
hurriedly
in
a
breathless
voice
.
He
laid
both
hands
on
her
shoulders
and
looked
at
her
with
a
sort
of
rapture
.
It
was
such
a
joy
to
him
to
look
at
her
,
he
could
not
have
said
why
.
“
Who
sent
you
?
”
“
Sister
Sonia
sent
me
,
”
answered
the
girl
,
smiling
still
more
brightly
.
“
I
knew
it
was
sister
Sonia
sent
you
.
”
