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“
Ich
danke
,
”
said
the
latter
,
and
softly
,
with
a
rustle
of
silk
she
sank
into
the
chair
.
Her
light
blue
dress
trimmed
with
white
lace
floated
about
the
table
like
an
air
-
balloon
and
filled
almost
half
the
room
.
She
smelt
of
scent
.
But
she
was
obviously
embarrassed
at
filling
half
the
room
and
smelling
so
strongly
of
scent
;
and
though
her
smile
was
impudent
as
well
as
cringing
,
it
betrayed
evident
uneasiness
.
The
lady
in
mourning
had
done
at
last
,
and
got
up
.
All
at
once
,
with
some
noise
,
an
officer
walked
in
very
jauntily
,
with
a
peculiar
swing
of
his
shoulders
at
each
step
.
He
tossed
his
cockaded
cap
on
the
table
and
sat
down
in
an
easy
-
chair
.
The
small
lady
positively
skipped
from
her
seat
on
seeing
him
,
and
fell
to
curtsying
in
a
sort
of
ecstasy
;
but
the
officer
took
not
the
smallest
notice
of
her
,
and
she
did
not
venture
to
sit
down
again
in
his
presence
.
He
was
the
assistant
superintendent
.
He
had
a
reddish
moustache
that
stood
out
horizontally
on
each
side
of
his
face
,
and
extremely
small
features
,
expressive
of
nothing
much
except
a
certain
insolence
.
He
looked
askance
and
rather
indignantly
at
Raskolnikov
;
he
was
so
very
badly
dressed
,
and
in
spite
of
his
humiliating
position
,
his
bearing
was
by
no
means
in
keeping
with
his
clothes
.
Raskolnikov
had
unwarily
fixed
a
very
long
and
direct
look
on
him
,
so
that
he
felt
positively
affronted
.
“
What
do
you
want
?
”
he
shouted
,
apparently
astonished
that
such
a
ragged
fellow
was
not
annihilated
by
the
majesty
of
his
glance
.
“
I
was
summoned
.
.
.
by
a
notice
.
.
.
”
Raskolnikov
faltered
.
“
For
the
recovery
of
money
due
,
from
the
student
,
”
the
head
clerk
interfered
hurriedly
,
tearing
himself
from
his
papers
.
“
Here
!
”
and
he
flung
Raskolnikov
a
document
and
pointed
out
the
place
.
“
Read
that
!
”
“
Money
?
What
money
?
”
thought
Raskolnikov
,
“
but
.
.
.
then
.
.
.
it
’
s
certainly
not
that
.
”
And
he
trembled
with
joy
.
He
felt
sudden
intense
indescribable
relief
.
A
load
was
lifted
from
his
back
.
“
And
pray
,
what
time
were
you
directed
to
appear
,
sir
?
”
shouted
the
assistant
superintendent
,
seeming
for
some
unknown
reason
more
and
more
aggrieved
.
“
You
are
told
to
come
at
nine
,
and
now
it
’
s
twelve
!
”
