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“
But
what
the
devil
is
he
about
?
.
.
.
”
Time
was
passing
,
one
minute
,
and
another
—
no
one
came
.
Koch
began
to
be
restless
.
“
What
the
devil
?
”
he
cried
suddenly
and
in
impatience
deserting
his
sentry
duty
,
he
,
too
,
went
down
,
hurrying
and
thumping
with
his
heavy
boots
on
the
stairs
.
The
steps
died
away
.
“
Good
heavens
!
What
am
I
to
do
?
”
Raskolnikov
unfastened
the
hook
,
opened
the
door
—
there
was
no
sound
.
Abruptly
,
without
any
thought
at
all
,
he
went
out
,
closing
the
door
as
thoroughly
as
he
could
,
and
went
downstairs
.
He
had
gone
down
three
flights
when
he
suddenly
heard
a
loud
voice
below
—
where
could
he
go
!
There
was
nowhere
to
hide
.
He
was
just
going
back
to
the
flat
.
“
Hey
there
!
Catch
the
brute
!
”
Somebody
dashed
out
of
a
flat
below
,
shouting
,
and
rather
fell
than
ran
down
the
stairs
,
bawling
at
the
top
of
his
voice
.
“
Mitka
!
Mitka
!
Mitka
!
Mitka
!
Mitka
!
Blast
him
!
”
The
shout
ended
in
a
shriek
;
the
last
sounds
came
from
the
yard
;
all
was
still
.
But
at
the
same
instant
several
men
talking
loud
and
fast
began
noisily
mounting
the
stairs
.
There
were
three
or
four
of
them
.
He
distinguished
the
ringing
voice
of
the
young
man
.
“
Hey
!
”
Filled
with
despair
he
went
straight
to
meet
them
,
feeling
“
come
what
must
!
”
If
they
stopped
him
—
all
was
lost
;
if
they
let
him
pass
—
all
was
lost
too
;
they
would
remember
him
.
They
were
approaching
;
they
were
only
a
flight
from
him
—
and
suddenly
deliverance
!
A
few
steps
from
him
on
the
right
,
there
was
an
empty
flat
with
the
door
wide
open
,
the
flat
on
the
second
floor
where
the
painters
had
been
at
work
,
and
which
,
as
though
for
his
benefit
,
they
had
just
left
.
It
was
they
,
no
doubt
,
who
had
just
run
down
,
shouting
.
The
floor
had
only
just
been
painted
,
in
the
middle
of
the
room
stood
a
pail
and
a
broken
pot
with
paint
and
brushes
.
