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how the hook is clanking? To fasten the hook on the inside they must be at home, dont you see. So there they are sitting inside and dont open the door! Well! And so they must be! cried Koch, astonished. What are they about in there? And he began furiously shaking the door. Stay! cried the young man again. Dont pull at it! There must be something wrong. Here, youve been ringing and pulling at the door and still they dont open! So either theyve both fainted or What? I tell you what. Lets go fetch the porter, let him wake them up. All right. Both were going down. Stay. You stop here while I run down for the porter. What for? Well, youd better. All right. Im studying the law you see! Its evident, e-vi-dent theres something wrong here! the young man cried hotly, and he ran downstairs. Koch remained. Once more he softly touched the bell which gave one tinkle, then gently, as though reflecting and looking about him, began touching the door-handle pulling it and letting it go to make sure once more that it was only fastened by the hook. Then puffing and panting he bent down and began looking at the keyhole: but the key was in the lock on the inside and so nothing could be seen. Raskolnikov stood keeping tight hold of the axe. He was in a sort of delirium. He was even making ready to fight when they should come in. While they were knocking and talking together, the idea several times occurred to him to end it all at once and shout to them through the door. Now and then he was tempted to swear at them, to jeer at them, while they could not open the door! Only make haste! was the thought that flashed through his mind. But what the devil is he about? Time was passing, one minute, and anotherno one came. Koch began to be restless. What the devil? he cried suddenly and in impatience deserting his sentry duty, he, too, went down, hurrying and thumping with his heavy boots on the stairs. The steps died away. Good heavens! What am I to do? Raskolnikov unfastened the hook, opened the doorthere was no sound. Abruptly, without any thought at all, he went out, closing the door as thoroughly as he could, and went downstairs. He had gone down three flights when he suddenly heard a loud voice belowwhere could he go! There was nowhere to hide. He was just going back to the flat. Hey there! Catch the brute! Somebody dashed out of a flat below, shouting, and rather fell than ran down the stairs, bawling at the top of his voice. |
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