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She was extremely glad to escape at last; she went away looking

down, hurrying to get out of sight as soon as possible, to walk

the twenty steps to the turning on the right and to be at last

alone, and then moving rapidly along, looking at no one, noticing

nothing, to think, to remember, to meditate on every word, every

detail. Never, never had she felt anything like this. Dimly and

unconsciously a whole new world was opening before her. She

remembered suddenly that Raskolnikov meant to come to her that

day, perhaps at once!

"Only not to-day, please, not to-day!" she kept muttering with a

sinking heart, as though entreating someone, like a frightened

child. "Mercy! to me... to that room... he will see... oh, dear!"