For the family had come to such a pass that they were practically without change of linen, and Katerina Ivanovna could not endure uncleanliness and, rather than see dirt in the house, she preferred to wear herself out at night, working beyond her strength when the rest were asleep, so as to get the wet linen hung on a line and dry by the morning.

She took up the basin of water at Raskolnikov's request, but almost fell down with her burden.

But the latter had already succeeded in finding a towel, wetted it and began washing the blood off Marmeladov's face.
Katerina Ivanovna stood by, breathing painfully and pressing her hands to her breast.

She was in need of attention herself.

Raskolnikov began to realise that he might have made a mistake in having the injured man brought here.