and then her door slammed....

Now the crowd was going from the stairs to their rooms, exclaiming, disputing, calling to one another, raising their voices to a shout, dropping them to a whisper.

There must have been numbers of them--almost all the inmates of the block.

"But, good God, how could it be! And why, why had he come here!" Raskolnikov sank worn out on the sofa, but could not close his eyes.

He lay for half an hour in such anguish, such an intolerable sensation of infinite terror as he had never experienced before.