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“
Polenka
?
Oh
,
yes
;
Polenka
,
that
is
the
little
girl
.
She
is
your
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
I
had
learnt
your
name
,
I
asked
to
-
day
,
‘
Where
does
Mr
.
Raskolnikov
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
looking
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
at
once
!
“
Only
not
to
-
day
,
please
,
not
to
-
day
!
”
she
kept
muttering
with
a
sinking
heart
,
as
though
entreating
someone
,
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
passed
,
and
trying
not
to
betray
his
interest
,
he
walked
on
more
slowly
as
though
waiting
for
something
.
He
was
waiting
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
the
other
side
.
After
about
fifty
paces
he
crossed
over
again
,
overtook
her
and
kept
two
or
three
yards
behind
her
.
