PART II
6. CHAPTER VI
(continued)
"She comes to me in the morning," said the elder to the younger, "very
early, all dressed up. 'Why are you preening and prinking?' says I. 'I
am ready to do anything to please you, Tit Vassilitch!' That's a way
of going on! And she dressed up like a regular fashion book!"
"And what is a fashion book?" the younger one asked. He obviously
regarded the other as an authority.
"A fashion book is a lot of pictures, coloured, and they come to the
tailors here every Saturday, by post from abroad, to show folks how to
dress, the male sex as well as the female. They're pictures. The
gentlemen are generally wearing fur coats and for the ladies'
fluffles, they're beyond anything you can fancy."
"There's nothing you can't find in Petersburg," the younger cried
enthusiastically, "except father and mother, there's everything!"
"Except them, there's everything to be found, my boy," the elder
declared sententiously.
Raskolnikov got up and walked into the other room where the strong
box, the bed, and the chest of drawers had been; the room seemed to
him very tiny without furniture in it. The paper was the same; the
paper in the corner showed where the case of ikons had stood. He
looked at it and went to the window. The elder workman looked at him
askance.
"What do you want?" he asked suddenly.
Instead of answering Raskolnikov went into the passage and pulled the
bell. The same bell, the same cracked note. He rang it a second and a
third time; he listened and remembered. The hideous and agonisingly
fearful sensation he had felt then began to come back more and more
vividly. He shuddered at every ring and it gave him more and more
satisfaction.
"Well, what do you want? Who are you?" the workman shouted, going out
to him. Raskolnikov went inside again.
"I want to take a flat," he said. "I am looking round."
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