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- 328 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
of it all, because you are sick of all this suspicion and foolishness.
That's so, isn't it? I have guessed how you feel, haven't I? Only
in that way you'll lose your head and Razumihin's, too; he's
too good a man for such a position, you must know that. You
are ill and he is good and your illness is infectious for him . . .
I'll tell you about it when you are more yourself. . . . But do sit
down, for goodness' sake. Please rest, you look shocking, do sit
down."Raskolnikov sat down; he no longer shivered, he was hot all
over. In amazement he listened with strained attention to Por-
firy Petrovitch who still seemed frightened as he looked after
him with friendly solicitude. But he did not believe a word he
said, though he felt a strange inclination to believe. Porfiry's
unexj)ected words about the flat had utterly overwhelmed him.
"How can it be, he knows about the flat then," he thought
suddenly, "and he tells it me himself!"
"Yes, in our legal practice there was a case almost exactly
similar, a case of morbid psychology," Porfiry went on quickly.
"A man confessed to murder and how he kept it up! It was
a regular hallucination; he brought forward facts, he imposed
upon every one and why? He had been partly, but only partly,
unintentionally the cause of a murder and when he knew that
he had given the murderers the opportunity, he sank into de-
jection, itgot on his mind and turned his brain, he began
imagining things and he persuaded himself that he was the
murderer. But at last the High Court of Appeals went into it
and the poor fellow was acquitted and put vmder proper care.
Thanks to the Court of Appeals! Tut-tut-tut! Why, my dear
fellow, you may drive yourself into delirium if you have the
impulse to work upon your nerves, to go ringing bells at night
and asking about blood! I've studied all this morbid psychology
in my practice. A man is sometimes tempted to jump out of a
window or from a belfry. Just the same with bell-ringing. . . .
It's all illness, Rodion Romano vitch! You have begun to neglect
your illness. You should consult an experienced doctor, what's
the good of that fat fellow? You are lightheaded! You were
delirious when you did all this!"
For a moment Raskolnikov felt everything going round.
"Is it possible, is it possible," flashed through his mind, "that
he is still lying? He can't be, he can't be." He rejected that idea.
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