{"id":"01KFE0G876K1NE7MABHD8E39ZN","cid":"bafkreienflpz4vhcskoem4ola46qzffqdj2y5mf5g4v6i5irscnfaufzzm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiffsmvsfn4jhgy33svoxt4b6o3rybjydzkm7hiw6nr2p76fdr7mv4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0103.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078547-5zfcenhdu3d","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0103.jpg","page_number":103,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":214423,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 95\nsay: \"Well, how do you feel now?\" But what did he care now\nfor an i.o.u., for a writ of recovery! Was that worth worrying\nabout now, was it worth attention even! He stood, he read, he\nlistened, he answered, he even asked questions himself, but all\nmechanically. The triumphant sense of security, of deliverance\nfrom overwhelming danger, that was what filled his whole soul\nthat moment without thought for the future, without analysis,\nwithout suppositions or surmises, without doubts and without\nquestioning. It was an instant of full, direct, purely instinctive\njoy. But at that very moment something like a thunderstorm\ntook place in the office. The assistant superintendant, still shaken\nby Raskolnikov's disrespect, still fuming and obviously anxious\nto keep up his wounded dignity, pounced on the unfortunate\nsmart lady, who had been gazing at him ever since he came in\nwith an exceedingly silly smile.\n\"You shameful hussy!\" he shouted suddenly at the top of his\nvoice. (The lady in mourning had left the office.) \"What was\ngoing on at your house last night? Eh! A disgrace again, you're\na scandal to the whole street. Fighting and drinking again. Do\nyou want the house of correction? Why, I have warned you ten\ntimes over that I would not let you off the eleventh! And here\nyou are agam, agam, you . . . you . . . !\nThe paper fell out of Raskolnikov's hands, and he looked\nwildly at the smart lady who was so unceremoniously treated.\nBut he soon saw what it meant, and at once began to find positive\namusement in the scandal. He listened with pleasure, so that he\nlonged to laugh and laugh ... all his nerves were on edge.\n\"Ilya Petrovitch!\" the head clerk was beginning anxiously,\nbut stopped short, for he knew from experience that the enraged\nassistant could not be stopped except by force.\nAs for the smart lady, at first she positively trembled before\nthe storm. But strange to say, the more numerous and violent\nthe terms of abuse became, the more amiable she looked, and the\nmore seductive the smiles she lavished on the terrible assistant,\nShe moved uneasily, and curtsied incessantly, waiting impa-\ntiently for a chance of putting in her word; and at last she\nfound it.\n\"There was no sort of noise or fighting in my house, Mr.\nCaptain,\" she pattered all at once, like peas dropping, speaking\nRussian confidently, though with a stcong German accent, \"and","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.547Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.022Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.278Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}