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Raskolnikov
looked
haughtily
and
contemptuously
at
him
.
“
Briefly
,
”
he
said
loudly
and
imperiously
,
rising
to
his
feet
and
in
so
doing
pushing
Porfiry
back
a
little
,
“
briefly
,
I
want
to
know
,
do
you
acknowledge
me
perfectly
free
from
suspicion
or
not
?
Tell
me
,
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
tell
me
once
for
all
and
make
haste
!
”
“
What
a
business
I
’
m
having
with
you
!
”
cried
Porfiry
with
a
perfectly
good
-
humoured
,
sly
and
composed
face
.
“
And
why
do
you
want
to
know
,
why
do
you
want
to
know
so
much
,
since
they
haven
’
t
begun
to
worry
you
?
Why
,
you
are
like
a
child
asking
for
matches
!
And
why
are
you
so
uneasy
?
Why
do
you
force
yourself
upon
us
,
eh
?
He
-
he
-
he
!
”
“
I
repeat
,
”
Raskolnikov
cried
furiously
,
“
that
I
can
’
t
put
up
with
it
!
”
“
With
what
?
Uncertainty
?
”
interrupted
Porfiry
.
“
Don
’
t
jeer
at
me
!
I
won
’
t
have
it
!
I
tell
you
I
won
’
t
have
it
.
I
can
’
t
and
I
won
’
t
,
do
you
hear
,
do
you
hear
?
”
he
shouted
,
bringing
his
fist
down
on
the
table
again
.
“
Hush
!
Hush
!
They
’
ll
overhear
!
I
warn
you
seriously
,
take
care
of
yourself
.
I
am
not
joking
,
”
Porfiry
whispered
,
but
this
time
there
was
not
the
look
of
old
womanish
good
nature
and
alarm
in
his
face
.
Now
he
was
peremptory
,
stern
,
frowning
and
for
once
laying
aside
all
mystification
.
But
this
was
only
for
an
instant
.
Raskolnikov
,
bewildered
,
suddenly
fell
into
actual
frenzy
,
but
,
strange
to
say
,
he
again
obeyed
the
command
to
speak
quietly
,
though
he
was
in
a
perfect
paroxysm
of
fury
.
“
I
will
not
allow
myself
to
be
tortured
,
”
he
whispered
,
instantly
recognising
with
hatred
that
he
could
not
help
obeying
the
command
and
driven
to
even
greater
fury
by
the
thought
.
“
Arrest
me
,
search
me
,
but
kindly
act
in
due
form
and
don
’
t
play
with
me
!
Don
’
t
dare
!
”
“
Don
’
t
worry
about
the
form
,
”
Porfiry
interrupted
with
the
same
sly
smile
,
as
it
were
,
gloating
with
enjoyment
over
Raskolnikov
.
“
I
invited
you
to
see
me
quite
in
a
friendly
way
.
”
