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"No, I did not see a single one; I did not even see any room standing open," he went on, delighted at having discovered the trap, "but on the fourth floor I remember noticing that the man lodging on the same landing as Alena Ivanovna was in the act of moving.
"The last time, I sat down to play a game of chance amidst the fjords in a little valley hotel; a dreadful storm raged the whole while," Kseniya Ippolytovna remarked pensively. "Yes, there are big and little tragedies in life!" The wind shrieked mournfully; snow lashed at the windows. Kseniya stayed on until a late hour, and Alena invited her to remain overnight; but she refused and left.
"You are like a little child, Elizabeth Ivanovna, and she's not your own sister, but a stepsister. She has too much her own way." "You say nothing to Alena Ivanovna," interrupted the man, "and come without asking, that's the way to do it, and your sister can manage herself." "When shall I come?" "At seven o'clock, to-morrow." "Very well, I will come," said Elizabeth, slowly and reluctantly.
The snow grew violet, and the room was filled with shadowy, purplish twilight. Alena entered and the loud humming of the telegraph wires came through the study's open door. By nightfall battalions of fleeting clouds flecked the sky; the moon danced and quivered in their midst a silver-horned goddess, luminous with the long-stored knowledge of the ages.
This was Elizabeth Ivanovna, or simple Elizabeth, as all called her, the younger sister of the old woman, Alena Ivanovna, to whose rooms Raskolnikoff went the day before for the purpose of pawning his watch to make his REHEARSAL. He knew all about this Elizabeth, as she knew also a little about him.
"No, I did not see a single one; I did not even see any room standing open," he went on, delighted at having discovered the trap, "but on the fourth floor I remember noticing that the man lodging on the same landing as Alena Ivanovna was in the act of moving.
The telegraph-post stood close beside it, and its wires hummed ceaselessly in the room somewhere in a corner of the ceiling a monotonous, barely audible sound, like a snow-storm. The two men sat in silence, Polunin broad-shouldered and bearded, Arkhipov lean, wiry, and bald. Alena entered bringing in curdled milk and cheese-cakes.
Suddenly Raskolnikoff heard the student give the officer the address of Alena Ivanovna, the widow of a professor, as one who lent money on pledges. This alone struck Raskolnikoff as very peculiar. They were talking of the same person he had just been to see.
It was due two days ago." "I will pay you the interest for another month; have a little patience." "I may have patience or I may sell your pledge at once, batuchka, just whichever I like." "What will you give me on this watch, Alena Ivanovna?" "That is a wretched thing, batuchka, worth a mere nothing.
She was a modest young woman with quiet eyes, and wore a white kerchief. "Won't you please partake of our simple fare?" she asked shyly, inclining her head and folding her hands across her bosom. Silent and absent-minded, the chess-players sat down to table and supped. Alena was about to join them, but just then her child began to cry, and she hurriedly left the room.
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