But scarcely had he touched these clothes than a gold watch rolled from under the fur.  He then overhauled everything in the box.  Among the rags were various gold trinkets, which had all probably been pledged with the old woman:  bracelets, chains, earrings, scarf pins, &c.  Some were in their cases, while the others were tied up with tape in pieces of newspaper folded in two.  Raskolnikoff did not hesitate, he laid hands on these jewels, and stowed them away in the pockets of his coat and trousers, without opening the cases or untying the packets; but he was soon interrupted in his work------

Footsteps resounded in the other room.  He stopped short, frozen with terror.  But the noise having ceased, he was already imagining he had been mistaken, when suddenly he distinctly heard a faint cry, or rather a kind of feeble interrupted moan.  At the end of a minute or two, everything was again as silent as death.  Raskolnikoff had seated himself on the floor beside the trunk and was waiting, scarcely daring to breathe; suddenly he bounded up, caught up the hatchet, and rushed from the bedroom.  In the center of the apartment, Elizabeth, a huge bundle in her hands, stood gazing in a terror-stricken way at her dead sister; white as a sheet, she did not seem to have the strength to call out.  On the sudden appearance of the murderer, she began to quake in every limb, and nervous twitches passed over her face; she tried to raise her arm, to open her mouth, but she was unable to utter the least cry, and, slowly retreating, her gaze still riveted on Raskolnikoff, she sought refuge in a corner.  The poor woman drew back in perfect silence, as though she had no breath left in her body.  The young man rushed upon her, brandishing the hatchet; the wretched creature’s lips assumed the doleful expression peculiar to quite young children when, beginning to feel frightened of something, they gaze fixedly at the object which has raised their alarm, and are on the point of crying out.  Terror had so completely stupefied this unfortunate Elizabeth, that, though threatened by the hatchet, she did not even think of protecting her face by holding her hands before her head, with that mechanical gesture which the instinct of self-preservation prompts on such occasions.  She scarcely raised her left arm, and extended it slowly in the direction of the murderer, as thought to keep him off.  The hatchet penetrated her skull, laying it open from the upper part of the forehead to the crown.  Elizabeth fell down dead.  No longer aware of what he did, Raskolnikoff took the bundle from his victim’s hand, then dropped it and ran to the anteroom.