in fact I saw someone else there...

with a flame-coloured feather...

but I am talking nonsense; I am very weak, support me...

we shall be at the stairs directly..." "What's the matter?
What's the matter with you ?" Razumihin asked anxiously.
"I am a little giddy, but that's not the point, I am so sad, so sad...
like a woman.

Look, what's that?
Look, look!" "What is it ?" "Don't you see?
A light in my room, you see?
Through the crack..." They were already at the foot of the last flight of stairs, at the level of the landlady's door, and they could, as a fact, see from below that there was a light in Raskolnikov's garret.
"Queer! Nastasya, perhaps," observed Razumihin.
"She is never in my room at this time and she must be in bed long ago, but...