{"id":"01KFE0BT7DME8F81YQDVP0TX4E","cid":"bafkreicyzox6cld3c7r733r2ixehy5p3no4q2prgweck4lka7jgyzf5osi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiauehwggnrj3d4jlonlsmfoxkn5bjcz6a7s2e5cmhz7bhjay44phm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0080.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932951-j0rrypzkrkm","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0080.jpg","page_number":80,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":211876,"text":"72 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nhe began softly and cautiously ascending the stairs, listening\nevery minute. But the stairs, too, were quite deserted; all the\ndoors were shut; he met no one. One flat indeed on the first\nfloor was wide open and painters were at work in it, but they\ndid not glance at him. He stood still, thought a minute and went\non. \"Of course it would be better if they had not been here,\nbut . . . it's two storeys above them.\"\nAnd here was the fourth storey, here was the door, here was\nthe flat opposite, the empty one. The flat underneath the old\nwoman's was apparently empty also; the visiting card nailed\non the door had been torn off — they had gone away! . . . He\nwas out of breath. For one instant the thought floated through\nhis mind \"Shall I go back?\" But he made no answer and began\nlistening at the old woman's door, a dead silence. Then he lis-\ntened again on the staircase, listened long and intently . . . then\nlooked about him for the last time, pulled himself together,\ndrew himself up, and once more tried the axe in the noose. \"Am\nI very pale?\" he wondered. \"Am I not evidently agitated? She is\nmistrustful. . . . Had I better wait a little longer . . . till my\nheart leaves off thumping?\"\nBut his heart did not leave off. On the contrary, as though to\nspite him, it throbbed more and more violently. He could stand\nit no longer, he slowly put out his hand to the bell and rang.\nHalf a minute later he rang again, more loudly.\nNo answer. To go on ringing was useless and out of place.\nThe old woman was, of course, at home, but she was suspicious\nand alone. He had some knowledge of her habits . . . and once\nmore he put his ear to the door. Either his senses were peculiarly\nkeen (which it is difficult to suppose) , or the sound was really\nvery distinct. Anyway, he suddenly heard something like the\ncautious touch of a hand on the lock and the rustle of a skirt\nat the very door. Some one was standing stealthily close to the\nlock and just as he was doing on the outside was secretly listening\nwithin, and seemed to have her ear to the door. . . . He moved\na little on purpose and muttered something aloud that he might\nnot have the appearance of hiding, then rang a third time, but\nquietly, soberly and without impatience. Recalling it after-\nwards, that moment stood out in his -mind vividly, distinctly,\nfor ever; he could not make out how he had had such cunning,\nfor his mind was as it were clouded at moments and he was","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.951Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.785Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.733Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}