{"id":"01KFE0CV1BJQV7P57BA70RS99B","cid":"bafkreidwkxaiswy4oncnzuwkmgyxplgxm332eyrelye2noibbgh7bknu54","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiekccuadg2p34xz6paxuxerh5ixm4h66sxmwcg6owadtavhjlkhpi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0110.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966638-tp629c7sbq","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0110.jpg","page_number":110,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":188618,"text":"i02 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nRaskolnikov, white as a handkerchief, had answered sharply,\njerkily, without dropping his black feverish eyes before Ilya\nPetrovitch's stare.\n\"He can scarcely stand upright. And you . . .\" Nikodim\nFomitch was beginning.\n\"No matter,\" Ilya Petrovitch pronounced rather peculiarly.\nNikodim Fomitch would have made some further protest,\nbut glancing at the head clerk who was looking very hard at\nhim, he did not speak. There was a sudden silence. It was strange.\n\"Very well, then,\" concluded Ilya Petrovitch, \"we will not\ndetain you.\"\nRaskolnikov went out. He caught the sound of eager con^\nversation on his departure, and above the rest rose the question-\ning voice of Nikodim Fomitch. In the street, his f aintness passed\noff completely.\n\"A search — there will be a search at once,\" he repeated to\nhimself, hurrying home. \"The brutes! they suspect.\"\nHis former terror mastered him completely again.\nCHAPTER II\n\"And what if there has been a search already? \"WTiat if I find\nthem in my room?\"\nBut here was his room. Nothing and no one in it. No one\nhad peeped in. Even Nastasya had not touched it. But heavens!\nhow could he have left all those things in the hole?\nHe rushed to the corner, slipped his hand under the paper,\npulled the things out and filled his pockets with them. There\nwere eight articles in all: two little boxes with ear-rings or some-\nthing ofthe sort, he hardly looked to see; then four small leather\ncases. There was a chain, too, merely wrapped in newspaper\nand something else in newspaper, that looked like a decoration.\n. . . He put them all in the different pockets of his overcoat,\nand the remaining pocket of his trousers, trying to conceal them\nas much as possible. He took the purse, too. Then he went out\nof his room, leaving the door open. He walked quickly and\nresolutely, and though he felt shattered, he had his senses about\nhim. He was afraid of pursuit, he was afraid that in another\nhalf-hour, another quarter of an hour perhaps, instructions","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.638Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.366Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.445Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}