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For
a
moment
Raskolnikov
felt
everything
going
round
.
“
Is
it
possible
,
is
it
possible
,
”
flashed
through
his
mind
,
“
that
he
is
still
lying
?
He
can
’
t
be
,
he
can
’
t
be
.
”
He
rejected
that
idea
,
feeling
to
what
a
degree
of
fury
it
might
drive
him
,
feeling
that
that
fury
might
drive
him
mad
.
“
I
was
not
delirious
.
I
knew
what
I
was
doing
,
”
he
cried
,
straining
every
faculty
to
penetrate
Porfiry
’
s
game
,
“
I
was
quite
myself
,
do
you
hear
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
hear
and
understand
.
You
said
yesterday
you
were
not
delirious
,
you
were
particularly
emphatic
about
it
!
I
understand
all
you
can
tell
me
!
A
-
ach
!
.
.
.
Listen
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
my
dear
fellow
.
If
you
were
actually
a
criminal
,
or
were
somehow
mixed
up
in
this
damnable
business
,
would
you
insist
that
you
were
not
delirious
but
in
full
possession
of
your
faculties
?
And
so
emphatically
and
persistently
?
Would
it
be
possible
?
Quite
impossible
,
to
my
thinking
.
If
you
had
anything
on
your
conscience
,
you
certainly
ought
to
insist
that
you
were
delirious
.
That
’
s
so
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
There
was
a
note
of
slyness
in
this
inquiry
.
Raskolnikov
drew
back
on
the
sofa
as
Porfiry
bent
over
him
and
stared
in
silent
perplexity
at
him
.
“
Another
thing
about
Razumihin
—
you
certainly
ought
to
have
said
that
he
came
of
his
own
accord
,
to
have
concealed
your
part
in
it
!
But
you
don
’
t
conceal
it
!
You
lay
stress
on
his
coming
at
your
instigation
.
”
Raskolnikov
had
not
done
so
.
A
chill
went
down
his
back
.
“
You
keep
telling
lies
,
”
he
said
slowly
and
weakly
,
twisting
his
lips
into
a
sickly
smile
,
“
you
are
trying
again
to
show
that
you
know
all
my
game
,
that
you
know
all
I
shall
say
beforehand
,
”
he
said
,
conscious
himself
that
he
was
not
weighing
his
words
as
he
ought
.
“
You
want
to
frighten
me
.
.
.
or
you
are
simply
laughing
at
me
.
.
.
”
He
still
stared
at
him
as
he
said
this
and
again
there
was
a
light
of
intense
hatred
in
his
eyes
.
