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"Jurgis," she said, "I'd help you if I could, upon my word I would, but it happens that I've come out without my purse, and I honestly haven't a penny with me: I can do something better for you, though I can tell you how to get help. I can tell you where Marija is." Jurgis gave a start. "Marija!" he exclaimed. "Yes," said Alena; "and she'll help you.
But how did you know that he had pledged anything with Alena Ivanovna?" cried Razoumikhin. Porphyrius Petrovitch, without any further reply, said to Raskolnikoff: "Your things, a ring and a watch, were at her place, wrapped up in a piece of paper, and on this paper your name was legibly written in pencil, with the date of the day she had received these things from you."
"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.
In a word, if you remember, you maintained that there are men in existence who can, or more accurately, who have an absolute right to commit all kinds of wicked and criminal acts men for whom, to a certain extent, laws do not exist." "Is it not very likely that some coming Napoleon did for Alena Ivanovna last week?" suddenly blustered Zametoff from his corner.
She heard him, and glanced around; then she shrank back and half sprang to her feet in amazement. "Jurgis!" she gasped. For a second or two they stood staring at each other. "How did you come here?" Marija exclaimed. "I came to see you," he answered. "When?" "Just now." "But how did you know who told you I was here?" "Alena Jasaityte. I met her on the street."
According to her usual habit, Alena Ivanovna was bareheaded. Her scanty gray locks, greasy with oil, were gathered in one thin plait, which was fixed to the back of her neck by means of a piece of horn comb. The hatchet struck her just on the sinciput, and this was partly owing to her small stature. She scarcely uttered a faint cry and collapsed at once all in a heap on the floor; she was dead.
He feared his fingers would relax their hold of the hatchet. Then his head turned giddy. "What is this you bring me?" cried Alena Ivanovna, turning to him in a rage. There was not a moment to lose now. He pulled out the hatchet, raised it with both hands, and let it descend without force, almost mechanically, on the old woman's head. But directly he had struck the blow his strength returned.
"Perhaps I may be bringing you some other article soon, Alena Ivanovna, a very pretty cigar case a silver one when I get it back from the friend to whom I have lent it." These words were uttered with much embarrassment. "Well, we can talk about it then, batuchka." "Good-by.
He feared his fingers would relax their hold of the hatchet. Then his head turned giddy. "What is this you bring me?" cried Alena Ivanovna, turning to him in a rage. There was not a moment to lose now. He pulled out the hatchet, raised it with both hands, and let it descend without force, almost mechanically, on the old woman's head. But directly he had struck the blow his strength returned.
"What is it you want? Who are you?" she commenced. "Pardon me, Alena Ivanovna, your old acquaintance Raskolnikoff. I have brought a pledge, as I promised the other day," and he held out the packet to her. The old woman was about to examine it, when she raised her eyes and looked straight into those of the visitor who had entered so unceremoniously.
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