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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 3 17
afraid his hatred might betray him. His indignation was such
that he ceased trembling at once; he made ready to go in with
a cold and arrogant bearing and vowed to himself to keep as
silent as possible, to watch and listen and for once at least to
control his overstrained nerves. At that moment he was sum-
moned toPorfiry Petrovitch.
He found Porfiry Petrovitch alone in his study. His study
was a room neither large nor small, furnished with a large writ-
ing-table, that stood before a sofa, upholstered in checked
material, a bureau, a bookcase in the corner and several chairs
— all government furniture, of polished yellow wood. In the
further wall there was a closed door, beyond it there were, no
doubt, other rooms. On Raskolnikov's entrance Porfiry Petro-
vitch had at once closed the door by which he had come in
and they remained alone. He met his visitor with an apparently
genial and good-tempered air, and it was only after a few min-
utes that Raskolnikov saw signs of a certain awkwardness in
him, as though he had been thrown out of his reckoning or
caught in something very secret.
"Ah, my dear fellow! Here you are ... in our domain" . . .
began Porfiry, holding out both hands to him. "Come, sit down,
old man ... or perhaps you don't like to be called 'my dear fel-
low* and 'old man' — tout court? Please don't think it too
familiar. . . . Here, on the sofa."
Raskolnikov sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on him. "In
our domain," the apologies for familiarity, the French phrase
tout court, were all characteristic signs.
"He held out both hands to me, but he did not give me one —
he drew it back in time," struck him suspiciously. Both were
watching each other, but when their eyes met, quick as light-
ning they looked away.
"I brought you this paper . . . about the watch. Here it is
Is it all right or shall I copy it again?"
"What? A paper? Yes, yes, don't be uneasy, it's all right,*'
Porfiry Petrovitch said as though in haste, and after he had said
it he took the paper and looked at it. "Yes, it's all right. Nothing
more is needed," he declared with the same rapidity and he laid
the paper on the table.
A minute later when he was ulking of something else he took
it from the table and put it on his bureau.
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