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constable stood between them.

‘That’s enough, gentlemen, no fighting, please, in a public place. What do you want? Who are you?’ he asked Raskolnikov sternly, noticing his rags.

Raskolnikov looked at him intently. He had a straightforward, sensible, soldierly face, with grey moustaches and whiskers.

‘You are just the man I want,’ Raskolnikov cried, catching at his arm. ‘I am a student, Raskolnikov…. You may as well know that too,’ he added, addressing the gentleman, ‘come along, I have something to show you.’

And taking the policeman by the hand he drew him towards the seat.

‘Look here, hopelessly drunk, and she has just come down the boulevard. There is no telling who and what she is, she does not look like a professional. It’s more likely she has been given drink and deceived somewhere … for the first time … you understand? and they’ve put her out into the street like that. Look at the way her dress is torn, and the way it has been put on: she has been dressed by 94 of 967

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somebody, she has not dressed herself, and dressed by unpractised hands, by a man’s hands; that’s evident. And now look there: I don’t know that dandy with whom I was going to fight, I see him for the first time, but he, too, has seen her on the road, just now, drunk, not knowing what she is doing, and now he is very eager to get hold of her, to get her away somewhere while she is in this state

… that’s certain, believe me, I am not wrong. I saw him myself watching her and following her, but I prevented him, and he is just waiting for me to go away. Now he has walked away a little, and is standing still, pretending to make a cigarette…. Think how can we keep her out of his hands, and how are we to get her home?’

The policeman saw it all in a flash. The stout gentleman was easy to understand, he turned to consider the girl. The policeman bent over to examine her more closely, and his face worked with genuine compassion.

‘Ah, what a pity!’ he said, shaking his head—‘why, she is quite a child! She has been deceived, you can see that at once. Listen, lady,’ he began addressing her, ‘where do you live?’ The girl opened her weary and sleepy-looking eyes, gazed blankly at the speaker and waved her hand.

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drive her to her address. The only thing is to find out her address!’

‘Missy, missy!’ the policeman began again, taking the money. ‘I’ll fetch you a cab and take you home myself.

Where shall I take you, eh? Where do you live?’

‘Go away! They won’t let me alone,’ the girl muttered, and once more waved her hand.

‘Ach, ach, how shocking! It’s shameful, missy, it’s a shame!’ He shook his head again, shocked, sympathetic and indignant.

‘It’s a difficult job,’ the policeman said to Raskolnikov, and as he did so, he looked him up and down in a rapid glance. He, too, must have seemed a strange figure to him: dressed in rags and handing him money!

‘Did you meet her far from here?’ he asked him.

‘I tell you she was walking in front of me, staggering, just here, in the boulevard. She only just reached the seat and sank down on it.’

‘Ah, the shameful things that are done in the world nowadays, God have mercy on us! An innocent creature like that, drunk already! She has been deceived, that’s a sure thing. See how her dress has been torn too…. Ah, the vice one sees nowadays! And as likely as not she belongs to gentlefolk too, poor ones maybe…. There are many like 96 of 967

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that nowadays. She looks refined, too, as though she were a lady,’ and he bent over her once more.

Perhaps he had daughters growing up like that,

‘looking like ladies and refined’ with pretensions to gentility and smartness….

‘The chief thing is,’ Raskolnikov persisted, ‘to keep her out of this scoundrel’s hands! Why should he outrage her!

It’s as clear as day what he is after; ah, the brute, he is not moving off!’

Raskolnikov spoke aloud and pointed to him. The gentleman heard him, and seemed about to fly into a rage again, but thought better of it, and confined himself to a contemptuous look. He then walked slowly another ten paces away and again halted.

‘Keep her out of his hands we can,’ said the constable thoughtfully, ‘if only she’d tell us where to take her, but as it is…. Missy, hey, missy!’ he bent over her once more.

She opened her eyes fully all of a sudden, looked at him intently, as though realising something, got up from the seat and walked away in the direction from which she had come. ‘Oh shameful wretches, they won’t let me alone!’

she said, waving her hand again. She walked quickly, though staggering as before. The dandy followed her, but along another avenue, keeping his eye on her.

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‘Don’t be anxious, I won’t let him have her,’ the policeman said resolutely, and he set off after them.

‘Ah, the vice one sees nowadays!’ he repeated aloud, sighing.

At that moment something seemed to sting

Raskolnikov; in an instant a complete revulsion of feeling came over him.

‘Hey, here!’ he shouted after the policeman.

The latter turned round.

‘Let them be! What is it to do with you? Let her go!

Let him amuse himself.’ He pointed at the dandy, ‘What is it to do with you?’

The policeman was bewildered, and stared at him open-eyed. Raskolnikov laughed.

‘Well!’ ejaculated the policeman, with a gesture of contempt, and he walked after the dandy and the girl, probably taking Raskolnikov for a madman or something even worse.

‘He has carried off my twenty copecks,’ Raskolnikov murmured angrily when he was left alone. ‘Well, let him take as much from the other fellow to allow him to have the girl and so let it end. And why did I want to interfere?

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devour each other alive—what is to me? How did I dare to give him twenty copecks? Were they mine?’

In spite of those strange words he felt very wretched.

He sat down on the deserted seat. His thoughts strayed aimlessly…. He found it hard to fix his mind on anything at that moment. He longed to forget himself altogether, to forget everything, and then to wake up and begin life anew….

‘Poor girl!’ he said, looking at the empty corner where she had sat— ‘She will come to herself and weep, and then her mother will find out…. She will give her a beating, a horrible, shameful beating and then maybe, turn her out of doors…. And even if she does not, the Darya Frantsovnas will get wind of it, and the girl will soon be slipping out on the sly here and there. Then there will be the hospital directly (that’s always the luck of those girls with respectable mothers, who go wrong on the sly) and then … again the hospital … drink … the taverns … and more hospital, in two or three years—a wreck, and her life over at eighteen or nineteen…. Have not I seen cases like that? And how have they been brought to it? Why, they’ve all come to it like that. Ugh! But what does it matter? That’s as it should be, they tell us. A certain percentage, they tell us, must every year go … that way …

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to the devil, I suppose, so that the rest may remain chaste, and not be interfered with. A percentage! What splendid words they have; they are so scientific, so consolatory….

Once you’ve said ‘percentage’ there’s nothing more to worry about. If we had any other word … maybe we might feel more uneasy…. But what if Dounia were one of the percentage! Of another one if not that one?

‘But where am I going?’ he thought suddenly. ‘Strange, I came out for something. As soon as I had read the letter I came out…. I was going to Vassilyevsky Ostrov, to Razumihin. That’s what it was … now I remember. What for, though? And what put the idea of going to Razumihin into my head just now? That’s curious.’

He wondered at himself. Razumihin was one of his old comrades at the university. It was remarkable that Raskolnikov had hardly any friends at the university; he kept aloof from everyone, went to see no one, and did not welcome anyone who came to see him, and indeed everyone soon gave him up. He took no part in the students’ gatherings, amusements or conversations. He worked with great intensity without sparing himself, and he was respected for this, but no one liked him. He was very poor, and there was a sort of haughty pride and reserve about him, as though he were keeping something 100 of 967

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to himself. He seemed to some of his comrades to look down upon them all as children, as though he were superior in development, knowledge and convictions, as though their beliefs and interests were beneath him.

With Razumihin he had got on, or, at least, he was more unreserved and communicative with him. Indeed it was impossible to be on any other terms with Razumihin.

He was an exceptionally good-humoured and candid youth, good-natured to the point of simplicity, though both depth and dignity lay concealed under that simplicity.

The better of his comrades understood this, and all were fond of him. He was extremely intelligent, though he was certainly rather a simpleton at times. He was of striking appearance—tall, thin, blackhaired and always badly shaved. He was sometimes uproarious and was reputed to be of great physical strength. One night, when out in a festive company, he had with one blow laid a gigantic policeman on his back. There was no limit to his drinking powers, but he could abstain from drink altogether; he sometimes went too far in his pranks; but he could do without pranks altogether. Another thing striking about Razumihin, no failure distressed him, and it seemed as though no unfavourable circumstances could crush him.

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and hunger. He was very poor, and kept himself entirely on what he could earn by work of one sort or another. He knew of no end of resources by which to earn money. He spent one whole winter without lighting his stove, and used to declare that he liked it better, because one slept more soundly in the cold. For the present he, too, had been obliged to give up the university, but it was only for a time, and he was working with all his might to save enough to return to his studies again. Raskolnikov had not been to see him for the last four months, and Razumihin did not even know his address. About two months before, they had met in the street, but Raskolnikov had turned away and even crossed to the other side that he might not be observed. And though Razumihin noticed him, he passed him by, as he did not want to annoy him.

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Chapter V

‘Of course, I’ve been meaning lately to go to

Razumihin’s to ask for work, to ask him to get me lessons or something …’ Raskolnikov thought, ‘but what help can he be to me now? Suppose he gets me lessons, suppose he shares his last farthing with me, if he has any farthings, so that I could get some boots and make myself tidy enough to give lessons … hm … Well and what then?

What shall I do with the