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“
What
is
this
?
”
he
asked
the
head
clerk
.
“
It
is
for
the
recovery
of
money
on
an
I
O
U
,
a
writ
.
You
must
either
pay
it
,
with
all
expenses
,
costs
and
so
on
,
or
give
a
written
declaration
when
you
can
pay
it
,
and
at
the
same
time
an
undertaking
not
to
leave
the
capital
without
payment
,
and
nor
to
sell
or
conceal
your
property
.
The
creditor
is
at
liberty
to
sell
your
property
,
and
proceed
against
you
according
to
the
law
.
”
“
But
I
.
.
.
am
not
in
debt
to
anyone
!
”
“
That
’
s
not
our
business
.
Here
,
an
I
O
U
for
a
hundred
and
fifteen
roubles
,
legally
attested
,
and
due
for
payment
,
has
been
brought
us
for
recovery
,
given
by
you
to
the
widow
of
the
assessor
Zarnitsyn
,
nine
months
ago
,
and
paid
over
by
the
widow
Zarnitsyn
to
one
Mr
.
Tchebarov
.
We
therefore
summon
you
,
hereupon
.
”
“
But
she
is
my
landlady
!
”
“
And
what
if
she
is
your
landlady
?
”
The
head
clerk
looked
at
him
with
a
condescending
smile
of
compassion
,
and
at
the
same
time
with
a
certain
triumph
,
as
at
a
novice
under
fire
for
the
first
time
—
as
though
he
would
say
:
“
Well
,
how
do
you
feel
now
?
”
But
what
did
he
care
now
for
an
I
O
U
,
for
a
writ
of
recovery
!
Was
that
worth
worrying
about
now
,
was
it
worth
attention
even
!
He
stood
,
he
read
,
he
listened
,
he
answered
,
he
even
asked
questions
himself
,
but
all
mechanically
.
The
triumphant
sense
of
security
,
of
deliverance
from
overwhelming
danger
,
that
was
what
filled
his
whole
soul
that
moment
without
thought
for
the
future
,
without
analysis
,
without
suppositions
or
surmises
,
without
doubts
and
without
questioning
.
It
was
an
instant
of
full
,
direct
,
purely
instinctive
joy
.
But
at
that
very
moment
something
like
a
thunderstorm
took
place
in
the
office
.
The
assistant
superintendent
,
still
shaken
by
Raskolnikov
’
s
disrespect
,
still
fuming
and
obviously
anxious
to
keep
up
his
wounded
dignity
,
pounced
on
the
unfortunate
smart
lady
,
who
had
been
gazing
at
him
ever
since
he
came
in
with
an
exceedingly
silly
smile
.
“
You
shameful
hussy
!
”
he
shouted
suddenly
at
the
top
of
his
voice
.
(
The
lady
in
mourning
had
left
the
office
.
)
“
What
was
going
on
at
your
house
last
night
?
Eh
!
A
disgrace
again
,
you
’
re
a
scandal
to
the
whole
street
.
Fighting
and
drinking
again
.
Do
you
want
the
house
of
correction
?
Why
,
I
have
warned
you
ten
times
over
that
I
would
not
let
you
off
the
eleventh
!
And
here
you
are
again
,
again
,
you
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
!
”
