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“
The
loaf
I
’
ll
fetch
you
this
very
minute
,
but
wouldn
’
t
you
rather
have
some
cabbage
soup
instead
of
sausage
?
It
’
s
capital
soup
,
yesterday
’
s
.
I
saved
it
for
you
yesterday
,
but
you
came
in
late
.
It
’
s
fine
soup
.
”
When
the
soup
had
been
brought
,
and
he
had
begun
upon
it
,
Nastasya
sat
down
beside
him
on
the
sofa
and
began
chatting
.
She
was
a
country
peasant
-
woman
and
a
very
talkative
one
.
“
Praskovya
Pavlovna
means
to
complain
to
the
police
about
you
,
”
she
said
.
He
scowled
.
“
To
the
police
?
What
does
she
want
?
”
“
You
don
’
t
pay
her
money
and
you
won
’
t
turn
out
of
the
room
.
That
’
s
what
she
wants
,
to
be
sure
.
”
“
The
devil
,
that
’
s
the
last
straw
,
”
he
muttered
,
grinding
his
teeth
,
“
no
,
that
would
not
suit
me
.
.
.
just
now
.
She
is
a
fool
,
”
he
added
aloud
.
“
I
’
ll
go
and
talk
to
her
to
-
day
.
”
“
Fool
she
is
and
no
mistake
,
just
as
I
am
.
But
why
,
if
you
are
so
clever
,
do
you
lie
here
like
a
sack
and
have
nothing
to
show
for
it
?
One
time
you
used
to
go
out
,
you
say
,
to
teach
children
.
But
why
is
it
you
do
nothing
now
?
”
“
I
am
doing
.
.
.
”
Raskolnikov
began
sullenly
and
reluctantly
.
