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“
Why
,
Alyona
Ivanovna
,
you
know
me
.
.
.
Raskolnikov
.
.
.
here
,
I
brought
you
the
pledge
I
promised
the
other
day
.
.
.
”
And
he
held
out
the
pledge
.
The
old
woman
glanced
for
a
moment
at
the
pledge
,
but
at
once
stared
in
the
eyes
of
her
uninvited
visitor
.
She
looked
intently
,
maliciously
and
mistrustfully
.
A
minute
passed
;
he
even
fancied
something
like
a
sneer
in
her
eyes
,
as
though
she
had
already
guessed
everything
.
He
felt
that
he
was
losing
his
head
,
that
he
was
almost
frightened
,
so
frightened
that
if
she
were
to
look
like
that
and
not
say
a
word
for
another
half
minute
,
he
thought
he
would
have
run
away
from
her
.
“
Why
do
you
look
at
me
as
though
you
did
not
know
me
?
”
he
said
suddenly
,
also
with
malice
.
“
Take
it
if
you
like
,
if
not
I
’
ll
go
elsewhere
,
I
am
in
a
hurry
.
”
He
had
not
even
thought
of
saying
this
,
but
it
was
suddenly
said
of
itself
.
The
old
woman
recovered
herself
,
and
her
visitor
’
s
resolute
tone
evidently
restored
her
confidence
.
“
But
why
,
my
good
sir
,
all
of
a
minute
.
.
.
.
What
is
it
?
”
she
asked
,
looking
at
the
pledge
.
“
The
silver
cigarette
case
;
I
spoke
of
it
last
time
,
you
know
.
”
She
held
out
her
hand
.
“
But
how
pale
you
are
,
to
be
sure
.
.
.
and
your
hands
are
trembling
too
?
Have
you
been
bathing
,
or
what
?
”
“
Fever
,
”
he
answered
abruptly
.
“
You
can
’
t
help
getting
pale
.
.
.
if
you
’
ve
nothing
to
eat
,
”
he
added
,
with
difficulty
articulating
the
words
.
