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“
Are
you
going
for
a
walk
?
The
evening
will
be
fine
,
if
only
we
don
’
t
have
a
storm
.
Though
it
would
be
a
good
thing
to
freshen
the
air
.
”
He
,
too
,
took
his
cap
.
“
Porfiry
Petrovitch
,
please
don
’
t
take
up
the
notion
that
I
have
confessed
to
you
to
-
day
,
”
Raskolnikov
pronounced
with
sullen
insistence
.
“
You
’
re
a
strange
man
and
I
have
listened
to
you
from
simple
curiosity
.
But
I
have
admitted
nothing
,
remember
that
!
”
“
Oh
,
I
know
that
,
I
’
ll
remember
.
Look
at
him
,
he
’
s
trembling
!
Don
’
t
be
uneasy
,
my
dear
fellow
,
have
it
your
own
way
.
Walk
about
a
bit
,
you
won
’
t
be
able
to
walk
too
far
.
If
anything
happens
,
I
have
one
request
to
make
of
you
,
”
he
added
,
dropping
his
voice
.
“
It
’
s
an
awkward
one
,
but
important
.
If
anything
were
to
happen
(
though
indeed
I
don
’
t
believe
in
it
and
think
you
quite
incapable
of
it
)
,
yet
in
case
you
were
taken
during
these
forty
or
fifty
hours
with
the
notion
of
putting
an
end
to
the
business
in
some
other
way
,
in
some
fantastic
fashion
—
laying
hands
on
yourself
—
(
it
’
s
an
absurd
proposition
,
but
you
must
forgive
me
for
it
)
do
leave
a
brief
but
precise
note
,
only
two
lines
,
and
mention
the
stone
.
It
will
be
more
generous
.
Come
,
till
we
meet
!
Good
thoughts
and
sound
decisions
to
you
!
”
Porfiry
went
out
,
stooping
and
avoiding
looking
at
Raskolnikov
.
The
latter
went
to
the
window
and
waited
with
irritable
impatience
till
he
calculated
that
Porfiry
had
reached
the
street
and
moved
away
.
Then
he
too
went
hurriedly
out
of
the
room
.
He
hurried
to
Svidrigaïlov
’
s
.
What
he
had
to
hope
from
that
man
he
did
not
know
.
But
that
man
had
some
hidden
power
over
him
.
Having
once
recognised
this
,
he
could
not
rest
,
and
now
the
time
had
come
.
On
the
way
,
one
question
particularly
worried
him
:
had
Svidrigaïlov
been
to
Porfiry
’
s
?
As
far
as
he
could
judge
,
he
would
swear
to
it
,
that
he
had
not
.
He
pondered
again
and
again
,
went
over
Porfiry
’
s
visit
;
no
,
he
hadn
’
t
been
,
of
course
he
hadn
’
t
.
But
if
he
had
not
been
yet
,
would
he
go
?
Meanwhile
,
for
the
present
he
fancied
he
couldn
’
t
.
Why
?
He
could
not
have
explained
,
but
if
he
could
,
he
would
not
have
wasted
much
thought
over
it
at
the
moment
.
It
all
worried
him
and
at
the
same
time
he
could
not
attend
to
it
.
Strange
to
say
,
none
would
have
believed
it
perhaps
,
but
he
only
felt
a
faint
vague
anxiety
about
his
immediate
future
.
Another
,
much
more
important
anxiety
tormented
him
—
it
concerned
himself
,
but
in
a
different
,
more
vital
way
.
Moreover
,
he
was
conscious
of
immense
moral
fatigue
,
though
his
mind
was
working
better
that
morning
than
it
had
done
of
late
.
And
was
it
worth
while
,
after
all
that
had
happened
,
to
contend
with
these
new
trivial
difficulties
?
Was
it
worth
while
,
for
instance
,
to
manoeuvre
that
Svidrigaïlov
should
not
go
to
Porfiry
’
s
?
Was
it
worth
while
to
investigate
,
to
ascertain
the
facts
,
to
waste
time
over
anyone
like
Svidrigaïlov
?
