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“
He
held
out
both
hands
to
me
,
but
he
did
not
give
me
one
—
he
drew
it
back
in
time
,
”
struck
him
suspiciously
.
Both
were
watching
each
other
,
but
when
their
eyes
met
,
quick
as
lightning
they
looked
away
.
“
I
brought
you
this
paper
.
.
.
about
the
watch
.
Here
it
is
.
Is
it
all
right
or
shall
I
copy
it
again
?
”
“
What
?
A
paper
?
Yes
,
yes
,
don
’
t
be
uneasy
,
it
’
s
all
right
,
”
Porfiry
Petrovitch
said
as
though
in
haste
,
and
after
he
had
said
it
he
took
the
paper
and
looked
at
it
.
“
Yes
,
it
’
s
all
right
.
Nothing
more
is
needed
,
”
he
declared
with
the
same
rapidity
and
he
laid
the
paper
on
the
table
.
A
minute
later
when
he
was
talking
of
something
else
he
took
it
from
the
table
and
put
it
on
his
bureau
.
“
I
believe
you
said
yesterday
you
would
like
to
question
me
.
.
.
formally
.
.
.
about
my
acquaintance
with
the
murdered
woman
?
”
Raskolnikov
was
beginning
again
.
“
Why
did
I
put
in
‘
I
believe
’
”
passed
through
his
mind
in
a
flash
.
“
Why
am
I
so
uneasy
at
having
put
in
that
‘
I
believe
’
?
”
came
in
a
second
flash
.
And
he
suddenly
felt
that
his
uneasiness
at
the
mere
contact
with
Porfiry
,
at
the
first
words
,
at
the
first
looks
,
had
grown
in
an
instant
to
monstrous
proportions
,
and
that
this
was
fearfully
dangerous
.
His
nerves
were
quivering
,
his
emotion
was
increasing
.
“
It
’
s
bad
,
it
’
s
bad
!
I
shall
say
too
much
again
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
There
’
s
no
hurry
,
there
’
s
no
hurry
,
”
muttered
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
moving
to
and
fro
about
the
table
without
any
apparent
aim
,
as
it
were
making
dashes
towards
the
window
,
the
bureau
and
the
table
,
at
one
moment
avoiding
Raskolnikov
’
s
suspicious
glance
,
then
again
standing
still
and
looking
him
straight
in
the
face
.
His
fat
round
little
figure
looked
very
strange
,
like
a
ball
rolling
from
one
side
to
the
other
and
rebounding
back
.
“
We
’
ve
plenty
of
time
.
Do
you
smoke
?
have
you
your
own
?
Here
,
a
cigarette
!
”
he
went
on
,
offering
his
visitor
a
cigarette
.
“
You
know
I
am
receiving
you
here
,
but
my
own
quarters
are
through
there
,
you
know
,
my
government
quarters
.
But
I
am
living
outside
for
the
time
,
I
had
to
have
some
repairs
done
here
.
It
’
s
almost
finished
now
.
.
.
.
Government
quarters
,
you
know
,
are
a
capital
thing
.
Eh
,
what
do
you
think
?
”
“
Yes
,
a
capital
thing
,
”
answered
Raskolnikov
,
looking
at
him
almost
ironically
.
