seized　a　pole　which　a　comrade　held　out　to　him；　the　drowning　woman
  was　pulled　out　at　once。　They　laid　her　on　the　granite　pavement　of　the
  embankment。　She　soon　recovered　consciousness；　raised　her　head；　sat
  up　and　began　sneezing　and　coughing；　stupidly　wiping　her　wet　dress　with
  her　hands。　She　said　nothing。
  〃She's　drunk　herself　out　of　her　senses；〃　the　same　woman's　voice
  wailed　at　her　side。　〃Out　of　her　senses。　The　other　day　she　tried　to
  hang　herself；　we　cut　her　down。　I　ran　out　to　the　shop　just　now；　left　my
  little　girl　to　look　after　her…　and　here　she's　in　trouble　again！　A
  neighbour；　gentleman　neighbour；　we　live　close　by；　the　second　house
  from　the　end；　see　yonder。。。。〃
  The　crowd　broke　up。　The　police　still　remained　round　the　woman；
  some　one　mentioned　the　police　station。。。。　Raskolnikov　looked　on　with　a
  strange　sensation　of　indifference　and　apathy。　He　felt　disgusted。
  〃No；　that's　loathsome。。。　water。。。　it's　not　good　enough；〃　he　muttered
  to　himself。　〃Nothing　will　come　of　it；〃　he　added；　〃no　use　to　wait。　What
  about　the　police　office。。。？　And　why　isn't　Zametov　at　the　police
  office？　The　police　office　is　open　till　ten　o'clock。。。。〃　He　turned
  his　back　to　the　railing　and　looked　about　him。
  〃Very　well　then！〃　he　said　resolutely；　he　moved　from　the　bridge　and
  walked　in　the　direction　of　the　police　office。　His　heart　felt　hollow
  and　empty。　He　did　not　want　to　think。　Even　his　depression　had　passed；
  there　was　not　a　trace　now　of　the　energy　with　which　he　had　set　out
  〃to　make　an　end　of　it　all。〃　Complete　apathy　had　succeeded　to　it。
  〃Well；　it's　a　way　out　of　it；〃　he　thought；　walking　slowly　and
  listlessly　along　the　canal　bank。　〃Anyway　I'll　make　an　end；　for　I
  want　to。。。。　But　is　it　a　way　out？　What　does　it　matter！　There'll　be
  the　square　yard　of　space…　ha！　But　what　an　end！　Is　it　really　the　end？
  Shall　I　tell　them　or　not？　Ah。。。　damn！　How　tired　I　am！　If　I　could
  find　somewhere　to　sit　or　lie　down　soon！　What　I　am　most　ashamed　of　is
  its　being　so　stupid。　But　I　don't　care　about　that　either！　What
  idiotic　ideas　come　into　one's　head。〃
  To　reach　the　police　office　he　had　to　go　straight　forward　and　take
  the　second　turning　to　the　left。　It　was　only　a　few　paces　away。　But　at
  the　first　turning　he　stopped　and；　after　a　minute's　thought；　turned
  into　a　side　street　and　went　two　streets　out　of　his　way；　possibly
  without　any　object；　or　possibly　to　delay　a　minute　and　gain　time。　He
  walked；　looking　at　the　ground；　suddenly　some　one　seemed　to　whisper
  in　his　ear；　he　lifted　his　head　and　saw　that　he　was　standing　at　the
  very　gate　of　the　house。　He　had　not　passed　it；　he　had　not　been　near
  it　since　that　evening。　An　overwhelming　unaccountable　prompting　drew
  him　on。　He　went　into　the　house；　passed　through　the　gateway；　then
  into　the　first　entrance　on　the　right；　and　began　mounting　the
  familiar　staircase　to　the　fourth　storey。　The　narrow；　steep　staircase
  was　very　dark。　He　stopped　at　each　landing　and　looked　round　him　with
  curiosity；　on　the　first　landing　the　framework　of　the　window　had　been
  taken　out。　〃That　wasn't　so　then；〃　he　thought。　Here　was　the　flat　on　the
  second　storey　where　Nikolay　and　Dmitri　had　been　working。　〃It's　shut　up
  and　the　door　newly　painted。　So　it's　to　let。〃　Then　the　third　storey　and
  the　fourth。　〃Here！〃　He　was　perplexed　to　find　the　door　of　the　flat　wide
  open。　There　were　men　there；　he　could　hear　voices；　he　had　not
  expected　that。　After　brief　hesitation　he　mounted　the　last　stairs　and
  went　into　the　flat。　It；　too；　was　being　done　up；　there　were　workmen
  in　it。　This　seemed　to　amaze　him；　he　somehow　fancied　that　he　would　find
  everything　as　he　left　it；　even　perhaps　the　corpses　in　the　same
  places　on　the　floor。　And　now；　bare　walls；　no　furniture；　it　seemed
  strange。　He　walked　to　the　window　and　sat　down　on　the　window　sill。
  There　were　two　workmen；　both　young　fellows；　but　one　much　younger
  than　the　other。　They　were　papering　the　walls　with　a　new　white　paper
  covered　with　lilac　flowers；　instead　of　the　old；　dirty；　yellow　one。
  Raskolnikov　for　some　reason　felt　horribly　annoyed　by　this。　He　looked
  at　the　new　paper　with　dislike；　as　though　he　felt　sorry　to　have　it
  all　so　changed。　The　workmen　had　obviously　stayed　beyond　their　time　and
  now　they　were　hurriedly　rolling　up　their　paper　and　getting　ready　to　go
  home。　They　took　no　notice　of　Raskolnikov's　coming　in；　they　were
  talking。　Raskolnikov　folded　his　arms　and　listened。
  〃She　comes　to　me　in　the　morning；〃　said　the　elder　to　the　younger；
  〃very　early；　all　dressed　up。　'Why　are　you　preening　and　prinking？'　says
  I。　'I　am　ready　to　do　anything　to　please　you；　Tit　Vassilitch！'　That's　a
  way　of　going　on！　And　she　dressed　up　like　a　regular　fashion　book！〃
  〃And　what　is　a　fashion　book？〃　the　younger　one　asked。　He　obviously
  regarded　the　other　as　an　authority。
  〃A　fashion　book　is　a　lot　of　pictures；　coloured；　and　they　come　to　the
  tailors　here　every　Saturday；　by　post　from　abroad；　to　show　folks　how　to
  dress；　the　male　sex　as　well　as　the　female。　They're　pictures。　The
  gentlemen　are　generally　wearing　fur　coats　and　for　the　ladies'
  fluffles；　they're　beyond　anything　you　can　fancy。〃
  〃There's　nothing　you　can't　find　in　Petersburg；〃　the　younger　cried
  enthusiastically；　〃except　father　and　mother；　there's　everything！〃
  〃Except　them；　there's　everything　to　be　found；　my　boy；〃　the　elder
  declared　sententiously。
  Raskolnikov　got　up　and　walked　into　the　other　room　where　the　strong
  box；　the　bed；　and　the　chest　of　drawers　had　been；　the　room　seemed　to
  him　very　tiny　without　furniture　in　it。　The　paper　was　the　same；　the
  paper　in　the　corner　showed　where　the　case　of　ikons　had　stood。　He
  looked　at　it　and　went　to　the　window。　The　elder　workman　looked　at　him
  askance。
  〃What　do　you　want？〃　he　asked　suddenly。
  Instead　of　answering　Raskolnikov　went　into　the　passage　and　pulled
  the　bell。　The　same　bell；　the　same　cracked　note。　He　rang　it　a　second
  and　a　third　time；　he　listened　and　remembered。　The　hideous　and
  agonisingly　fearful　sensation　he　had　felt　then　began　to　come　back　more
  and　more　vividly。　He　shuddered　at　every　ring　and　it　gave　him　more
  and　more　satisfaction。
  〃Well；　what　do　you　want？　Who　are　you？〃　the　workman　shouted；　going
  out　to　him。　Raskolnikov　went　inside　again。
  〃I　want　to　take　a　flat；〃　he　said。　〃I　am　looking　round。〃
  〃It's　not　the　time　to　look　at　rooms　at　night！　and　you　ought　to
  come　up　with　the　porter。〃
  〃The　floors　have　been　washed；　will　they　be　painted？〃　Raskolnikov
  went　on。　〃Is　there　no　blood？〃
  〃What　blood？〃
  〃Why；　the　old　woman　and　her　sister　were　murdered　here。　There　was　a
  perfect　pool　there。〃
  〃But　who　are　you？〃　the　workman　cried；　uneasy。
  〃Who　am　I？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃You　want　to　know？　Come　to　the　police　station；　I'll　tell　you。〃
  The　workmen　looked　at　him　in　amazement。
  〃It's　time　for　us　to　go；　we　are　late。　Come　along；　Alyoshka。　We
  must　lock　up；〃　said　the　elder　workman。
  〃Very　well；　come　along；〃　said　Raskolnikov　indifferently；　and　going
  out　first；　he　went　slowly　downstairs。　〃Hey；　porter；〃　he　cried　in　the
  gateway。
  At　the　entrance　several　people　were　standing；　staring　at　the
  passers…by；　the　two　porters；　a　peasant　woman；　a　man　in　a　long　coat　and
  a　few　others。　Raskolnikov　went　straight　up　to　them。
  〃What　do　you　want？〃　asked　one　of　the　porters。
  〃Have　you　been　to　the　police　office？〃
  〃I've　just　been　there。　What　do　y