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“
I
understand
,
I
understand
,
and
it
’
s
a
pleasure
to
see
you
.
”
“
I
.
.
.
am
very
glad
.
.
.
good
-
bye
,
”
Raskolnikov
smiled
.
He
went
out
;
he
reeled
,
he
was
overtaken
with
giddiness
and
did
not
know
what
he
was
doing
.
He
began
going
down
the
stairs
,
supporting
himself
with
his
right
hand
against
the
wall
.
He
fancied
that
a
porter
pushed
past
him
on
his
way
upstairs
to
the
police
office
,
that
a
dog
in
the
lower
storey
kept
up
a
shrill
barking
and
that
a
woman
flung
a
rolling
-
pin
at
it
and
shouted
.
He
went
down
and
out
into
the
yard
.
There
,
not
far
from
the
entrance
,
stood
Sonia
,
pale
and
horror
-
stricken
.
She
looked
wildly
at
him
.
He
stood
still
before
her
.
There
was
a
look
of
poignant
agony
,
of
despair
,
in
her
face
.
She
clasped
her
hands
.
His
lips
worked
in
an
ugly
,
meaningless
smile
.
He
stood
still
a
minute
,
grinned
and
went
back
to
the
police
office
.
Ilya
Petrovitch
had
sat
down
and
was
rummaging
among
some
papers
.
Before
him
stood
the
same
peasant
who
had
pushed
by
on
the
stairs
.
“
Hulloa
!
Back
again
!
have
you
left
something
behind
?
What
’
s
the
matter
?
”
Raskolnikov
,
with
white
lips
and
staring
eyes
,
came
slowly
nearer
.
He
walked
right
to
the
table
,
leaned
his
hand
on
it
,
tried
to
say
something
,
but
could
not
;
only
incoherent
sounds
were
audible
.
“
You
are
feeling
ill
,
a
chair
!
Here
,
sit
down
!
Some
water
!
”
Raskolnikov
dropped
on
to
a
chair
,
but
he
kept
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
face
of
Ilya
Petrovitch
,
which
expressed
unpleasant
surprise
.
Both
looked
at
one
another
for
a
minute
and
waited
.
Water
was
brought
.
“
It
was
I
.
.
.
”
began
Raskolnikov
.
“
Drink
some
water
.
”
