"In his impatience he raised the axeagain to cut the string from above on the body, but didnot dare, and with difficulty, smearing his hand and theaxe in the blood, after two minutes’ hurried effort, he cutthe string and took it off without touching the body withthe axe; he was not mistaken—it was a purse. On thestring were two crosses, one of Cyprus wood and one ofcopper, and an image in silver filigree, and with them asmall greasy chamois leather purse with a steel rim andring. The purse was stuffed very full; Raskolnikov thrust it in his pocket without looking at it, flung the crosses onthe old woman’s body and rushed back into the bedroom,this time taking the axe with him."
" He suddenly heard steps in the room where the old woman lay. He stopped short and was still as death. But all was quiet, so it must have been his fancy. All at once he heard distinctly a faint cry, as though someone had uttered a low broken moan...In the middle of the room stood Lizaveta with a big bundle in her arms. She was gazing in stupefaction at her murdered sister, white as a sheet and seeming not to have the strength to cry out...And this hapless Lizaveta was so simple and had been so thoroughly crushed and scared that she did not even raise ahand to guard her face, though that was the mostnecessary and natural action at the moment, for the axewas raised over her face."
"The axe fell with the sharp edge just on the skull and split at one blow all then top of the head. She fell heavily at once. Raskolnikov completely lost his head, snatching up her bundle,dropped it again and ran into the entry."