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Raskolnikov
’
s
thoughts
were
in
a
whirl
.
He
was
in
terrible
exasperation
.
“
The
worst
of
it
is
they
don
’
t
disguise
it
;
they
don
’
t
care
to
stand
on
ceremony
!
And
how
if
you
didn
’
t
know
me
at
all
,
did
you
come
to
talk
to
Nikodim
Fomitch
about
me
?
So
they
don
’
t
care
to
hide
that
they
are
tracking
me
like
a
pack
of
dogs
.
They
simply
spit
in
my
face
.
”
He
was
shaking
with
rage
.
“
Come
,
strike
me
openly
,
don
’
t
play
with
me
like
a
cat
with
a
mouse
.
It
’
s
hardly
civil
,
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
but
perhaps
I
won
’
t
allow
it
!
I
shall
get
up
and
throw
the
whole
truth
in
your
ugly
faces
,
and
you
’
ll
see
how
I
despise
you
.
”
He
could
hardly
breathe
.
“
And
what
if
it
’
s
only
my
fancy
?
What
if
I
am
mistaken
,
and
through
inexperience
I
get
angry
and
don
’
t
keep
up
my
nasty
part
?
Perhaps
it
’
s
all
unintentional
.
All
their
phrases
are
the
usual
ones
,
but
there
is
something
about
them
.
.
.
.
It
all
might
be
said
,
but
there
is
something
.
Why
did
he
say
bluntly
,
‘
With
her
’
?
Why
did
Zametov
add
that
I
spoke
artfully
?
Why
do
they
speak
in
that
tone
?
Yes
,
the
tone
.
.
.
.
Razumihin
is
sitting
here
,
why
does
he
see
nothing
?
That
innocent
blockhead
never
does
see
anything
!
Feverish
again
!
Did
Porfiry
wink
at
me
just
now
?
Of
course
it
’
s
nonsense
!
What
could
he
wink
for
?
Are
they
trying
to
upset
my
nerves
or
are
they
teasing
me
?
Either
it
’
s
ill
fancy
or
they
know
!
Even
Zametov
is
rude
.
.
.
.
Is
Zametov
rude
?
Zametov
has
changed
his
mind
.
I
foresaw
he
would
change
his
mind
!
He
is
at
home
here
,
while
it
’
s
my
first
visit
.
Porfiry
does
not
consider
him
a
visitor
;
sits
with
his
back
to
him
.
They
’
re
as
thick
as
thieves
,
no
doubt
,
over
me
!
Not
a
doubt
they
were
talking
about
me
before
we
came
.
Do
they
know
about
the
flat
?
If
only
they
’
d
make
haste
!
When
I
said
that
I
ran
away
to
take
a
flat
he
let
it
pass
.
.
.
.
I
put
that
in
cleverly
about
a
flat
,
it
may
be
of
use
afterwards
.
.
.
.
Delirious
,
indeed
.
.
.
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
He
knows
all
about
last
night
!
He
didn
’
t
know
of
my
mother
’
s
arrival
!
The
hag
had
written
the
date
on
in
pencil
!
You
are
wrong
,
you
won
’
t
catch
me
!
There
are
no
facts
.
.
.
it
’
s
all
supposition
!
You
produce
facts
!
The
flat
even
isn
’
t
a
fact
but
delirium
.
I
know
what
to
say
to
them
.
.
.
.
Do
they
know
about
the
flat
?
I
won
’
t
go
without
finding
out
.
What
did
I
come
for
?
But
my
being
angry
now
,
maybe
is
a
fact
!
Fool
,
how
irritable
I
am
!
Perhaps
that
’
s
right
;
to
play
the
invalid
.
.
.
.
He
is
feeling
me
.
He
will
try
to
catch
me
.
Why
did
I
come
?
”
All
this
flashed
like
lightning
through
his
mind
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
returned
quickly
.
He
became
suddenly
more
jovial
.
“
Your
party
yesterday
,
brother
,
has
left
my
head
rather
.
.
.
.
And
I
am
out
of
sorts
altogether
,
”
he
began
in
quite
a
different
tone
,
laughing
to
Razumihin
.
“
Was
it
interesting
?
I
left
you
yesterday
at
the
most
interesting
point
.
Who
got
the
best
of
it
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
one
,
of
course
.
They
got
on
to
everlasting
questions
,
floated
off
into
space
.
”
“
Only
fancy
,
Rodya
,
what
we
got
on
to
yesterday
.
Whether
there
is
such
a
thing
as
crime
.
I
told
you
that
we
talked
our
heads
off
.
”
