1 But there was nothing special in the room.
2 Their departure left the room quiet and rather empty.
3 They all live in one room, but Sonia has her own, partitioned off.
4 There was another man in the room who looked somewhat like a retired government clerk.
5 The young man, left standing alone in the middle of the room, listened inquisitively, thinking.
6 His garret was under the roof of a high, five-storied house and was more like a cupboard than a room.
7 The old woman fumbled in her pocket for her keys, and disappeared behind the curtain into the other room.
8 "Well," the orator began again stolidly and with even increased dignity, after waiting for the laughter in the room to subside.
9 At six o'clock I saw Sonia get up, put on her kerchief and her cape, and go out of the room and about nine o'clock she came back.
10 We have now part of a room at Amalia Fyodorovna Lippevechsel's; and what we live upon and what we pay our rent with, I could not say.
11 The innkeeper came down from the upper room, apparently on purpose to listen to the "funny fellow" and sat down at a little distance, yawning lazily, but with dignity.
12 She has a room at the Kapernaumovs' the tailors, she lodges with them; Kapernaumov is a lame man with a cleft palate and all of his numerous family have cleft palates too.
13 The little room into which the young man walked, with yellow paper on the walls, geraniums and muslin curtains in the windows, was brightly lighted up at that moment by the setting sun.
14 But in spite of this scornful reflection, he was by now looking cheerful as though he were suddenly set free from a terrible burden: and he gazed round in a friendly way at the people in the room.
15 The master of the establishment was in another room, but he frequently came down some steps into the main room, his jaunty, tarred boots with red turn-over tops coming into view each time before the rest of his person.
16 At the other persons in the room, including the tavern-keeper, the clerk looked as though he were used to their company, and weary of it, showing a shade of condescending contempt for them as persons of station and culture inferior to his own, with whom it would be useless for him to converse.
17 "It's in the houses of spiteful old widows that one finds such cleanliness," Raskolnikov thought again, and he stole a curious glance at the cotton curtain over the door leading into another tiny room, in which stood the old woman's bed and chest of drawers and into which he had never looked before.
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