The boy in the corner losing all control began trembling and screaming and rushed to his sister in violent terror, almost in a fit.

The eldest girl was shaking like a leaf.
"He's drunk it! he's drunk it all," the poor woman screamed in despair--"and his clothes are gone! And they are hungry, hungry!"-- and wringing her hands she pointed to the children.

"Oh, accursed life! And you, are you not ashamed ?"--she pounced all at once upon Raskolnikov--"from the tavern! Have you been drinking with him?
You have been drinking with him, too! Go away!" The young man was hastening away without uttering a word.

The inner door was thrown wide open and inquisitive faces were peering in at it.

Coarse laughing faces with pipes and cigarettes and heads wearing caps thrust themselves in at the doorway.