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Sonia spent the whole night feverish and delirious. She jumped up

from time to time, wept and wrung her hands, then sank again into

feverish sleep and dreamt of Polenka, Katerina Ivanovna and

Lizaveta, of reading the gospel and him... him with pale face,

with burning eyes... kissing her feet, weeping.

On the other side of the door on the right, which divided Sonia's

room from Madame Resslich's flat, was a room which had long stood

empty. A card was fixed on the gate and a notice stuck in the

windows over the canal advertising it to let. Sonia had long been

accustomed to the room's being uninhabited. But all that time Mr.

Svidrigailov had been standing, listening at the door of the

empty room. When Raskolnikov went out he stood still, thought a

moment, went on tiptoe to his own room which adjoined the empty

one, brought a chair and noiselessly carried it to the door that

led to Sonia's room. The conversation had struck him as

interesting and remarkable, and he had greatly enjoyed it--so

much so that he brought a chair that he might not in the future,

to-morrow, for instance, have to endure the inconvenience of

standing a whole hour, but might listen in comfort.