The Dream of the Unknown

Raskolnikov heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. The steps were heavy, even an unhurried. It was growing more and more distinct. He could hear his heavy breathing. And it seemed to him all at once that he was turned to stone. At last, when the unknown was mounting to the fourth floor, he suddenly started,. slipping neatly and quickly back into the flat and closing the door behind him. Then he took the hook and softly, noiselessly, fixed it in the catch. When he had done this, he crouched, holding his breath b the door. Once more, he closed the door and waited. All was still. Not a

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