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Porfiry
Petrovitch
was
wearing
a
dressing
-
gown
,
very
clean
linen
,
and
trodden
-
down
slippers
.
He
was
a
man
of
about
five
and
thirty
,
short
,
stout
even
to
corpulence
,
and
clean
shaven
.
He
wore
his
hair
cut
short
and
had
a
large
round
head
,
particularly
prominent
at
the
back
.
His
soft
,
round
,
rather
snub
-
nosed
face
was
of
a
sickly
yellowish
colour
,
but
had
a
vigorous
and
rather
ironical
expression
.
It
would
have
been
good
-
natured
except
for
a
look
in
the
eyes
,
which
shone
with
a
watery
,
mawkish
light
under
almost
white
,
blinking
eyelashes
.
The
expression
of
those
eyes
was
strangely
out
of
keeping
with
his
somewhat
womanish
figure
,
and
gave
it
something
far
more
serious
than
could
be
guessed
at
first
sight
.
As
soon
as
Porfiry
Petrovitch
heard
that
his
visitor
had
a
little
matter
of
business
with
him
,
he
begged
him
to
sit
down
on
the
sofa
and
sat
down
himself
on
the
other
end
,
waiting
for
him
to
explain
his
business
,
with
that
careful
and
over
-
serious
attention
which
is
at
once
oppressive
and
embarrassing
,
especially
to
a
stranger
,
and
especially
if
what
you
are
discussing
is
in
your
opinion
of
far
too
little
importance
for
such
exceptional
solemnity
.
But
in
brief
and
coherent
phrases
Raskolnikov
explained
his
business
clearly
and
exactly
,
and
was
so
well
satisfied
with
himself
that
he
even
succeeded
in
taking
a
good
look
at
Porfiry
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
did
not
once
take
his
eyes
off
him
.
Razumihin
,
sitting
opposite
at
the
same
table
,
listened
warmly
and
impatiently
,
looking
from
one
to
the
other
every
moment
with
rather
excessive
interest
.
“
Fool
,
”
Raskolnikov
swore
to
himself
.
“
You
have
to
give
information
to
the
police
,
”
Porfiry
replied
,
with
a
most
businesslike
air
,
“
that
having
learnt
of
this
incident
,
that
is
of
the
murder
,
you
beg
to
inform
the
lawyer
in
charge
of
the
case
that
such
and
such
things
belong
to
you
,
and
that
you
desire
to
redeem
them
.
.
.
or
.
.
.
but
they
will
write
to
you
.
”
“
That
’
s
just
the
point
,
that
at
the
present
moment
,
”
Raskolnikov
tried
his
utmost
to
feign
embarrassment
,
“
I
am
not
quite
in
funds
.
.
.
and
even
this
trifling
sum
is
beyond
me
.
.
.
I
only
wanted
,
you
see
,
for
the
present
to
declare
that
the
things
are
mine
,
and
that
when
I
have
money
.
.
.
.
”
“
That
’
s
no
matter
,
”
answered
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
receiving
his
explanation
of
his
pecuniary
position
coldly
,
“
but
you
can
,
if
you
prefer
,
write
straight
to
me
,
to
say
,
that
having
been
informed
of
the
matter
,
and
claiming
such
and
such
as
your
property
,
you
beg
.
.
.
”
“
On
an
ordinary
sheet
of
paper
?
”
Raskolnikov
interrupted
eagerly
,
again
interested
in
the
financial
side
of
the
question
.
“
Oh
,
the
most
ordinary
,
”
and
suddenly
Porfiry
Petrovitch
looked
with
obvious
irony
at
him
,
screwing
up
his
eyes
and
,
as
it
were
,
winking
at
him
.
But
perhaps
it
was
Raskolnikov
’
s
fancy
,
for
it
all
lasted
but
a
moment
.
There
was
certainly
something
of
the
sort
,
Raskolnikov
could
have
sworn
he
winked
at
him
,
goodness
knows
why
.
“
He
knows
,
”
flashed
through
his
mind
like
lightning
.
