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All
that
had
been
said
before
had
sounded
so
like
a
recantation
that
these
words
were
too
great
a
shock
.
Raskolnikov
shuddered
as
though
he
had
been
stabbed
.
“
Then
.
.
.
who
then
.
.
.
is
the
murderer
?
”
he
asked
in
a
breathless
voice
,
unable
to
restrain
himself
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
sank
back
in
his
chair
,
as
though
he
were
amazed
at
the
question
.
“
Who
is
the
murderer
?
”
he
repeated
,
as
though
unable
to
believe
his
ears
.
“
Why
,
you
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
!
You
are
the
murderer
,
”
he
added
,
almost
in
a
whisper
,
in
a
voice
of
genuine
conviction
.
Raskolnikov
leapt
from
the
sofa
,
stood
up
for
a
few
seconds
and
sat
down
again
without
uttering
a
word
.
His
face
twitched
convulsively
.
“
Your
lip
is
twitching
just
as
it
did
before
,
”
Porfiry
Petrovitch
observed
almost
sympathetically
.
“
You
’
ve
been
misunderstanding
me
,
I
think
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
”
he
added
after
a
brief
pause
,
“
that
’
s
why
you
are
so
surprised
.
I
came
on
purpose
to
tell
you
everything
and
deal
openly
with
you
.
”
“
It
was
not
I
murdered
her
,
”
Raskolnikov
whispered
like
a
frightened
child
caught
in
the
act
.
“
No
,
it
was
you
,
you
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
and
no
one
else
,
”
Porfiry
whispered
sternly
,
with
conviction
.
They
were
both
silent
and
the
silence
lasted
strangely
long
,
about
ten
minutes
.
Raskolnikov
put
his
elbow
on
the
table
and
passed
his
fingers
through
his
hair
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
sat
quietly
waiting
.
Suddenly
Raskolnikov
looked
scornfully
at
Porfiry
.
