without　reflecting　that　the　stout　gentleman　was　a　match　for　two　men
  like　himself。　But　at　that　instant　some　one　seized　him　from　behind；　and
  a　police　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　straight…forward；
  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
  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。
  〃Here；〃　said　Raskolnikov　feeling　in　his　pocket　and　finding　twenty
  copecks；　〃here；　call　a　cab　and　tell　him　to　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
  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。
  〃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？　Is　it　for　me　to　help？　Have　I　any　right　to　help？
  Let　them　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　thought　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。。。　to　the　devil；　I　suppose；　so　that　the
  rest　may　remain　chaste；　and　not　be