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The young man must have looked at her with a rather peculiar

expression, for a gleam of mistrust came into her eyes again.

"Raskolnikov, a student, I came here a month ago," the young man

made haste to mutter, with a half bow, remembering that he ought

to be more polite.

"I remember, my good sir, I remember quite well your coming

here," the old woman said distinctly, still keeping her inquiring

eyes on his face.

"And here... I am again on the same errand," Raskolnikov

continued, a little disconcerted and surprised at the old woman's

mistrust. "Perhaps she is always like that though, only I did not

notice it the other time," he thought with an uneasy feeling.

The old woman paused, as though hesitating; then stepped on one

side, and pointing to the door of the room, she said, letting her

visitor pass in front of her:

"Step in, my good sir."