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“
A
capital
thing
,
a
capital
thing
,
”
repeated
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
as
though
he
had
just
thought
of
something
quite
different
.
“
Yes
,
a
capital
thing
,
”
he
almost
shouted
at
last
,
suddenly
staring
at
Raskolnikov
and
stopping
short
two
steps
from
him
.
This
stupid
repetition
was
too
incongruous
in
its
ineptitude
with
the
serious
,
brooding
and
enigmatic
glance
he
turned
upon
his
visitor
.
But
this
stirred
Raskolnikov
’
s
spleen
more
than
ever
and
he
could
not
resist
an
ironical
and
rather
incautious
challenge
.
“
Tell
me
,
please
,
”
he
asked
suddenly
,
looking
almost
insolently
at
him
and
taking
a
kind
of
pleasure
in
his
own
insolence
.
“
I
believe
it
’
s
a
sort
of
legal
rule
,
a
sort
of
legal
tradition
—
for
all
investigating
lawyers
—
to
begin
their
attack
from
afar
,
with
a
trivial
,
or
at
least
an
irrelevant
subject
,
so
as
to
encourage
,
or
rather
,
to
divert
the
man
they
are
cross
-
examining
,
to
disarm
his
caution
and
then
all
at
once
to
give
him
an
unexpected
knock
-
down
blow
with
some
fatal
question
.
Isn
’
t
that
so
?
It
’
s
a
sacred
tradition
,
mentioned
,
I
fancy
,
in
all
the
manuals
of
the
art
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
.
.
.
.
Why
,
do
you
imagine
that
was
why
I
spoke
about
government
quarters
.
.
.
eh
?
”
And
as
he
said
this
Porfiry
Petrovitch
screwed
up
his
eyes
and
winked
;
a
good
-
humoured
,
crafty
look
passed
over
his
face
.
The
wrinkles
on
his
forehead
were
smoothed
out
,
his
eyes
contracted
,
his
features
broadened
and
he
suddenly
went
off
into
a
nervous
prolonged
laugh
,
shaking
all
over
and
looking
Raskolnikov
straight
in
the
face
.
The
latter
forced
himself
to
laugh
,
too
,
but
when
Porfiry
,
seeing
that
he
was
laughing
,
broke
into
such
a
guffaw
that
he
turned
almost
crimson
,
Raskolnikov
’
s
repulsion
overcame
all
precaution
;
he
left
off
laughing
,
scowled
and
stared
with
hatred
at
Porfiry
,
keeping
his
eyes
fixed
on
him
while
his
intentionally
prolonged
laughter
lasted
.
There
was
lack
of
precaution
on
both
sides
,
however
,
for
Porfiry
Petrovitch
seemed
to
be
laughing
in
his
visitor
’
s
face
and
to
be
very
little
disturbed
at
the
annoyance
with
which
the
visitor
received
it
.
The
latter
fact
was
very
significant
in
Raskolnikov
’
s
eyes
:
he
saw
that
Porfiry
Petrovitch
had
not
been
embarrassed
just
before
either
,
but
that
he
,
Raskolnikov
,
had
perhaps
fallen
into
a
trap
;
that
there
must
be
something
,
some
motive
here
unknown
to
him
;
that
,
perhaps
,
everything
was
in
readiness
and
in
another
moment
would
break
upon
him
.
.
.
He
went
straight
to
the
point
at
once
,
rose
from
his
seat
and
took
his
cap
.
“
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
”
he
began
resolutely
,
though
with
considerable
irritation
,
“
yesterday
you
expressed
a
desire
that
I
should
come
to
you
for
some
inquiries
”
(
he
laid
special
stress
on
the
word
“
inquiries
”
)
.
“
I
have
come
and
if
you
have
anything
to
ask
me
,
ask
it
,
and
if
not
,
allow
me
to
withdraw
.
I
have
no
time
to
spare
.
.
.
.
I
have
to
be
at
the
funeral
of
that
man
who
was
run
over
,
of
whom
you
.
.
.
know
also
,
”
he
added
,
feeling
angry
at
once
at
having
made
this
addition
and
more
irritated
at
his
anger
.
“
I
am
sick
of
it
all
,
do
you
hear
?
and
have
long
been
.
It
’
s
partly
what
made
me
ill
.
In
short
,
”
he
shouted
,
feeling
that
the
phrase
about
his
illness
was
still
more
out
of
place
,
“
in
short
,
kindly
examine
me
or
let
me
go
,
at
once
.
And
if
you
must
examine
me
,
do
so
in
the
proper
form
!
I
will
not
allow
you
to
do
so
otherwise
,
and
so
meanwhile
,
good
-
bye
,
as
we
have
evidently
nothing
to
keep
us
now
.
”
“
Good
heavens
!
What
do
you
mean
?
What
shall
I
question
you
about
?
”
cackled
Porfiry
Petrovitch
with
a
change
of
tone
,
instantly
leaving
off
laughing
.
