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And
there
was
the
fourth
storey
,
here
was
the
door
,
here
was
the
flat
opposite
,
the
empty
one
.
The
flat
underneath
the
old
woman
’
s
was
apparently
empty
also
;
the
visiting
card
nailed
on
the
door
had
been
torn
off
—
they
had
gone
away
!
.
.
.
He
was
out
of
breath
.
For
one
instant
the
thought
floated
through
his
mind
“
Shall
I
go
back
?
”
But
he
made
no
answer
and
began
listening
at
the
old
woman
’
s
door
,
a
dead
silence
.
Then
he
listened
again
on
the
staircase
,
listened
long
and
intently
.
.
.
then
looked
about
him
for
the
last
time
,
pulled
himself
together
,
drew
himself
up
,
and
once
more
tried
the
axe
in
the
noose
.
“
Am
I
very
pale
?
”
he
wondered
.
“
Am
I
not
evidently
agitated
?
She
is
mistrustful
.
.
.
.
Had
I
better
wait
a
little
longer
.
.
.
till
my
heart
leaves
off
thumping
?
”
But
his
heart
did
not
leave
off
.
On
the
contrary
,
as
though
to
spite
him
,
it
throbbed
more
and
more
violently
.
He
could
stand
it
no
longer
,
he
slowly
put
out
his
hand
to
the
bell
and
rang
.
Half
a
minute
later
he
rang
again
,
more
loudly
.
No
answer
.
To
go
on
ringing
was
useless
and
out
of
place
.
The
old
woman
was
,
of
course
,
at
home
,
but
she
was
suspicious
and
alone
.
He
had
some
knowledge
of
her
habits
.
.
.
and
once
more
he
put
his
ear
to
the
door
.
Either
his
senses
were
peculiarly
keen
(
which
it
is
difficult
to
suppose
)
,
or
the
sound
was
really
very
distinct
.
Anyway
,
he
suddenly
heard
something
like
the
cautious
touch
of
a
hand
on
the
lock
and
the
rustle
of
a
skirt
at
the
very
door
.
Someone
was
standing
stealthily
close
to
the
lock
and
just
as
he
was
doing
on
the
outside
was
secretly
listening
within
,
and
seemed
to
have
her
ear
to
the
door
.
.
.
He
moved
a
little
on
purpose
and
muttered
something
aloud
that
he
might
not
have
the
appearance
of
hiding
,
then
rang
a
third
time
,
but
quietly
,
soberly
,
and
without
impatience
,
Recalling
it
afterwards
,
that
moment
stood
out
in
his
mind
vividly
,
distinctly
,
for
ever
;
he
could
not
make
out
how
he
had
had
such
cunning
,
for
his
mind
was
as
it
were
clouded
at
moments
and
he
was
almost
unconscious
of
his
body
.
.
.
.
An
instant
later
he
heard
the
latch
unfastened
.
The
door
was
as
before
opened
a
tiny
crack
,
and
again
two
sharp
and
suspicious
eyes
stared
at
him
out
of
the
darkness
.
Then
Raskolnikov
lost
his
head
and
nearly
made
a
great
mistake
.
Fearing
the
old
woman
would
be
frightened
by
their
being
alone
,
and
not
hoping
that
the
sight
of
him
would
disarm
her
suspicions
,
he
took
hold
of
the
door
and
drew
it
towards
him
to
prevent
the
old
woman
from
attempting
to
shut
it
again
.
Seeing
this
she
did
not
pull
the
door
back
,
but
she
did
not
let
go
the
handle
so
that
he
almost
dragged
her
out
with
it
on
to
the
stairs
.
Seeing
that
she
was
standing
in
the
doorway
not
allowing
him
to
pass
,
he
advanced
straight
upon
her
.
She
stepped
back
in
alarm
,
tried
to
say
something
,
but
seemed
unable
to
speak
and
stared
with
open
eyes
at
him
.
“
Good
evening
,
Alyona
Ivanovna
,
”
he
began
,
trying
to
speak
easily
,
but
his
voice
would
not
obey
him
,
it
broke
and
shook
.
“
I
have
come
.
.
.
I
have
brought
something
.
.
.
but
we
’
d
better
come
in
.
.
.
to
the
light
.
.
.
.
”
And
leaving
her
,
he
passed
straight
into
the
room
uninvited
.
The
old
woman
ran
after
him
;
her
tongue
was
unloosed
.
“
Good
heavens
!
What
it
is
?
Who
is
it
?
What
do
you
want
?
”
