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“
Oh
,
why
?
That
’
s
not
necessary
for
the
present
.
You
misunderstand
me
.
I
lose
no
opportunity
,
you
see
,
and
.
.
.
I
’
ve
talked
with
all
who
had
pledges
.
.
.
.
I
obtained
evidence
from
some
of
them
,
and
you
are
the
last
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
by
the
way
,
”
he
cried
,
seemingly
suddenly
delighted
,
“
I
just
remember
,
what
was
I
thinking
of
?
”
he
turned
to
Razumihin
,
“
you
were
talking
my
ears
off
about
that
Nikolay
.
.
.
of
course
,
I
know
,
I
know
very
well
,
”
he
turned
to
Raskolnikov
,
“
that
the
fellow
is
innocent
,
but
what
is
one
to
do
?
We
had
to
trouble
Dmitri
too
.
.
.
.
This
is
the
point
,
this
is
all
:
when
you
went
up
the
stairs
it
was
past
seven
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
answered
Raskolnikov
,
with
an
unpleasant
sensation
at
the
very
moment
he
spoke
that
he
need
not
have
said
it
.
“
Then
when
you
went
upstairs
between
seven
and
eight
,
didn
’
t
you
see
in
a
flat
that
stood
open
on
a
second
storey
,
do
you
remember
?
two
workmen
or
at
least
one
of
them
?
They
were
painting
there
,
didn
’
t
you
notice
them
?
It
’
s
very
,
very
important
for
them
.
”
“
Painters
?
No
,
I
didn
’
t
see
them
,
”
Raskolnikov
answered
slowly
,
as
though
ransacking
his
memory
,
while
at
the
same
instant
he
was
racking
every
nerve
,
almost
swooning
with
anxiety
to
conjecture
as
quickly
as
possible
where
the
trap
lay
and
not
to
overlook
anything
.
“
No
,
I
didn
’
t
see
them
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
I
noticed
a
flat
like
that
open
.
.
.
.
But
on
the
fourth
storey
”
(
he
had
mastered
the
trap
now
and
was
triumphant
)
“
I
remember
now
that
someone
was
moving
out
of
the
flat
opposite
Alyona
Ivanovna
’
s
.
.
.
.
I
remember
.
.
.
I
remember
it
clearly
.
Some
porters
were
carrying
out
a
sofa
and
they
squeezed
me
against
the
wall
.
But
painters
.
.
.
no
,
I
don
’
t
remember
that
there
were
any
painters
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
that
there
was
a
flat
open
anywhere
,
no
,
there
wasn
’
t
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
Razumihin
shouted
suddenly
,
as
though
he
had
reflected
and
realised
.
“
Why
,
it
was
on
the
day
of
the
murder
the
painters
were
at
work
,
and
he
was
there
three
days
before
?
What
are
you
asking
?
”
“
Foo
!
I
have
muddled
it
!
”
Porfiry
slapped
himself
on
the
forehead
.
“
Deuce
take
it
!
This
business
is
turning
my
brain
!
”
he
addressed
Raskolnikov
somewhat
apologetically
.
“
It
would
be
such
a
great
thing
for
us
to
find
out
whether
anyone
had
seen
them
between
seven
and
eight
at
the
flat
,
so
I
fancied
you
could
perhaps
have
told
us
something
.
.
.
.
I
quite
muddled
it
.
”
“
Then
you
should
be
more
careful
,
”
Razumihin
observed
grimly
.
The
last
words
were
uttered
in
the
passage
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
saw
them
to
the
door
with
excessive
politeness
They
went
out
into
the
street
gloomy
and
sullen
,
and
for
some
steps
they
did
not
say
a
word
.
Raskolnikov
drew
a
deep
breath
.
