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But
was
he
taking
a
true
view
of
the
position
?
Wasn
’
t
he
mistaken
?
What
had
Porfiry
been
trying
to
get
at
?
Had
he
really
some
surprise
prepared
for
him
?
And
what
was
it
?
Had
he
really
been
expecting
something
or
not
?
How
would
they
have
parted
if
it
had
not
been
for
the
unexpected
appearance
of
Nikolay
?
Porfiry
had
shown
almost
all
his
cards
—
of
course
,
he
had
risked
something
in
showing
them
—
and
if
he
had
really
had
anything
up
his
sleeve
(
Raskolnikov
reflected
)
,
he
would
have
shown
that
,
too
.
What
was
that
“
surprise
”
?
Was
it
a
joke
?
Had
it
meant
anything
?
Could
it
have
concealed
anything
like
a
fact
,
a
piece
of
positive
evidence
?
His
yesterday
’
s
visitor
?
What
had
become
of
him
?
Where
was
he
to
-
day
?
If
Porfiry
really
had
any
evidence
,
it
must
be
connected
with
him
.
.
.
.
He
sat
on
the
sofa
with
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
his
face
hidden
in
his
hands
.
He
was
still
shivering
nervously
.
At
last
he
got
up
,
took
his
cap
,
thought
a
minute
,
and
went
to
the
door
.
He
had
a
sort
of
presentiment
that
for
to
-
day
,
at
least
,
he
might
consider
himself
out
of
danger
.
He
had
a
sudden
sense
almost
of
joy
;
he
wanted
to
make
haste
to
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
.
He
would
be
too
late
for
the
funeral
,
of
course
,
but
he
would
be
in
time
for
the
memorial
dinner
,
and
there
at
once
he
would
see
Sonia
.
He
stood
still
,
thought
a
moment
,
and
a
suffering
smile
came
for
a
moment
on
to
his
lips
.
“
To
-
day
!
To
-
day
,
”
he
repeated
to
himself
.
“
Yes
,
to
-
day
!
So
it
must
be
.
.
.
.
”
But
as
he
was
about
to
open
the
door
,
it
began
opening
of
itself
.
He
started
and
moved
back
.
The
door
opened
gently
and
slowly
,
and
there
suddenly
appeared
a
figure
—
yesterday
’
s
visitor
from
underground
.
The
man
stood
in
the
doorway
,
looked
at
Raskolnikov
without
speaking
,
and
took
a
step
forward
into
the
room
.
He
was
exactly
the
same
as
yesterday
;
the
same
figure
,
the
same
dress
,
but
there
was
a
great
change
in
his
face
;
he
looked
dejected
and
sighed
deeply
.
If
he
had
only
put
his
hand
up
to
his
cheek
and
leaned
his
head
on
one
side
he
would
have
looked
exactly
like
a
peasant
woman
.
“
What
do
you
want
?
”
asked
Raskolnikov
,
numb
with
terror
.
The
man
was
still
silent
,
but
suddenly
he
bowed
down
almost
to
the
ground
,
touching
it
with
his
finger
.
