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His
lips
trembled
,
his
eyes
glowed
with
fury
and
he
could
not
restrain
his
voice
.
“
I
won
’
t
allow
it
!
”
he
shouted
,
bringing
his
fist
down
on
the
table
.
“
Do
you
hear
that
,
Porfiry
Petrovitch
?
I
won
’
t
allow
it
.
”
“
Good
heavens
!
What
does
it
mean
?
”
cried
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
apparently
quite
frightened
.
“
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
my
dear
fellow
,
what
is
the
matter
with
you
?
”
“
I
won
’
t
allow
it
,
”
Raskolnikov
shouted
again
.
“
Hush
,
my
dear
man
!
They
’
ll
hear
and
come
in
.
Just
think
,
what
could
we
say
to
them
?
”
Porfiry
Petrovitch
whispered
in
horror
,
bringing
his
face
close
to
Raskolnikov
’
s
.
“
I
won
’
t
allow
it
,
I
won
’
t
allow
it
,
”
Raskolnikov
repeated
mechanically
,
but
he
too
spoke
in
a
sudden
whisper
.
Porfiry
turned
quickly
and
ran
to
open
the
window
.
“
Some
fresh
air
!
And
you
must
have
some
water
,
my
dear
fellow
.
You
’
re
ill
!
”
and
he
was
running
to
the
door
to
call
for
some
when
he
found
a
decanter
of
water
in
the
corner
.
“
Come
,
drink
a
little
,
”
he
whispered
,
rushing
up
to
him
with
the
decanter
.
“
It
will
be
sure
to
do
you
good
.
”
Porfiry
Petrovitch
’
s
alarm
and
sympathy
were
so
natural
that
Raskolnikov
was
silent
and
began
looking
at
him
with
wild
curiosity
.
He
did
not
take
the
water
,
however
.
“
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
my
dear
fellow
,
you
’
ll
drive
yourself
out
of
your
mind
,
I
assure
you
,
ach
,
ach
!
Have
some
water
,
do
drink
a
little
.
”
