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“
There
would
be
no
getting
anything
out
of
him
,
because
he
has
no
interest
in
anything
,
”
thought
Raskolnikov
.
“
Go
in
there
to
the
head
clerk
,
”
said
the
clerk
,
pointing
towards
the
furthest
room
.
He
went
into
that
room
—
the
fourth
in
order
;
it
was
a
small
room
and
packed
full
of
people
,
rather
better
dressed
than
in
the
outer
rooms
.
Among
them
were
two
ladies
.
One
,
poorly
dressed
in
mourning
,
sat
at
the
table
opposite
the
chief
clerk
,
writing
something
at
his
dictation
.
The
other
,
a
very
stout
,
buxom
woman
with
a
purplish
-
red
,
blotchy
face
,
excessively
smartly
dressed
with
a
brooch
on
her
bosom
as
big
as
a
saucer
,
was
standing
on
one
side
,
apparently
waiting
for
something
.
Raskolnikov
thrust
his
notice
upon
the
head
clerk
.
The
latter
glanced
at
it
,
said
:
“
Wait
a
minute
,
”
and
went
on
attending
to
the
lady
in
mourning
.
He
breathed
more
freely
.
“
It
can
’
t
be
that
!
”
By
degrees
he
began
to
regain
confidence
,
he
kept
urging
himself
to
have
courage
and
be
calm
.
“
Some
foolishness
,
some
trifling
carelessness
,
and
I
may
betray
myself
!
Hm
.
.
.
it
’
s
a
pity
there
’
s
no
air
here
,
”
he
added
,
“
it
’
s
stifling
.
.
.
.
It
makes
one
’
s
head
dizzier
than
ever
.
.
.
and
one
’
s
mind
too
.
.
.
”
He
was
conscious
of
a
terrible
inner
turmoil
.
He
was
afraid
of
losing
his
self
-
control
;
he
tried
to
catch
at
something
and
fix
his
mind
on
it
,
something
quite
irrelevant
,
but
he
could
not
succeed
in
this
at
all
.
Yet
the
head
clerk
greatly
interested
him
,
he
kept
hoping
to
see
through
him
and
guess
something
from
his
face
.
He
was
a
very
young
man
,
about
two
and
twenty
,
with
a
dark
mobile
face
that
looked
older
than
his
years
.
He
was
fashionably
dressed
and
foppish
,
with
his
hair
parted
in
the
middle
,
well
combed
and
pomaded
,
and
wore
a
number
of
rings
on
his
well
-
scrubbed
fingers
and
a
gold
chain
on
his
waistcoat
.
He
said
a
couple
of
words
in
French
to
a
foreigner
who
was
in
the
room
,
and
said
them
fairly
correctly
.
“
Luise
Ivanovna
,
you
can
sit
down
,
”
he
said
casually
to
the
gaily
-
dressed
,
purple
-
faced
lady
,
who
was
still
standing
as
though
not
venturing
to
sit
down
,
though
there
was
a
chair
beside
her
.
