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“
From
Porfiry
.
”
“
What
.
.
.
what
did
he
say
?
”
Raskolnikov
asked
in
dismay
.
“
He
gave
me
a
capital
explanation
of
it
.
Psychologically
,
after
his
fashion
.
”
“
He
explained
it
?
Explained
it
himself
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
;
good
-
bye
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
all
about
it
another
time
,
but
now
I
’
m
busy
.
There
was
a
time
when
I
fancied
.
.
.
But
no
matter
,
another
time
!
.
.
.
What
need
is
there
for
me
to
drink
now
?
You
have
made
me
drunk
without
wine
.
I
am
drunk
,
Rodya
!
Good
-
bye
,
I
’
m
going
.
I
’
ll
come
again
very
soon
.
”
He
went
out
.
“
He
’
s
a
political
conspirator
,
there
’
s
not
a
doubt
about
it
,
”
Razumihin
decided
,
as
he
slowly
descended
the
stairs
.
“
And
he
’
s
drawn
his
sister
in
;
that
’
s
quite
,
quite
in
keeping
with
Avdotya
Romanovna
’
s
character
.
There
are
interviews
between
them
!
.
.
.
She
hinted
at
it
too
.
.
.
So
many
of
her
words
.
.
.
.
and
hints
.
.
.
bear
that
meaning
!
And
how
else
can
all
this
tangle
be
explained
?
Hm
!
And
I
was
almost
thinking
.
.
.
Good
heavens
,
what
I
thought
!
Yes
,
I
took
leave
of
my
senses
and
I
wronged
him
!
It
was
his
doing
,
under
the
lamp
in
the
corridor
that
day
.
Pfoo
!
What
a
crude
,
nasty
,
vile
idea
on
my
part
!
Nikolay
is
a
brick
,
for
confessing
.
.
.
.
And
how
clear
it
all
is
now
!
His
illness
then
,
all
his
strange
actions
.
.
.
before
this
,
in
the
university
,
how
morose
he
used
to
be
,
how
gloomy
.
.
.
.
But
what
’
s
the
meaning
now
of
that
letter
?
There
’
s
something
in
that
,
too
,
perhaps
.
Whom
was
it
from
?
I
suspect
.
.
.
!
No
,
I
must
find
out
!
”
He
thought
of
Dounia
,
realising
all
he
had
heard
and
his
heart
throbbed
,
and
he
suddenly
broke
into
a
run
.
As
soon
as
Razumihin
went
out
,
Raskolnikov
got
up
,
turned
to
the
window
,
walked
into
one
corner
and
then
into
another
,
as
though
forgetting
the
smallness
of
his
room
,
and
sat
down
again
on
the
sofa
.
He
felt
,
so
to
speak
,
renewed
;
again
the
struggle
,
so
a
means
of
escape
had
come
.
