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Look, he's jumped up and is making his bows, they must be quite

starved, poor things. Never mind, let them eat! They don't make a

noise, anyway, though I'm really afraid for our landlady's silver

spoons... Amalia Ivanovna!" she addressed her suddenly, almost

aloud, "if your spoons should happen to be stolen, I won't be

responsible, I warn you! Ha-ha-ha!" She laughed turning to

Raskolnikov, and again nodding towards the landlady, in high glee

at her sally. "She didn't understand, she didn't understand

again! Look how she sits with her mouth open! An owl, a real owl!

An owl in new ribbons, ha-ha-ha!"

Here her laugh turned again to an insufferable fit of coughing

that lasted five minutes. Drops of perspiration stood out on her

forehead and her handkerchief was stained with blood. She showed

Raskolnikov the blood in silence, and as soon as she could get

her breath began whispering to him again with extreme animation

and a hectic flush on her cheeks.