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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 327
"I won't allow it, I won't allow it," Raskolnikov repeated
mechanically, but he too spoke in a sudden whisper.
Porfiry turned quickly and ran to open the window.
"Some fresh air! And you must have some water, my dear
fellow. You're ill!" and he was running to the door to call for
some when he foimd a decanter of water in the corner. "Come,
drink a little," he whispered, rushing up to him with the de-
canter. "It will be sure to do you good."
Porfiry Petrovitch's alarm and sympathy were so natural that
Raskolnikov was silent and began looking at him with wild
curiosity. He did not take the water, however.
"Rodion Romanovitch, my dear fellow, you'll drive yourself
out of your mind, I assure you, ach, ach! Have some water, do
drink a Httle."
He forced him to take the glass. Raskolnikov raised it me-
chanically tohis lips, but set it on the table again with disgust.
"Yes, you've had a little attack! You'll bring back your
illness again, my dear fellow," Porfiry Petrovitch cackled with
friendly sympathy, though he still looked rather disconcerted.
"Good heavens, you must take more care of yourself! Dmitri
Prokofitch was here, came to see me yesterday — I know, I know,
I've a nasty, ironical temper, but what they made of it! . . . Good
heavens, he came yesterday after you'd been. We dined and he
talked and talked away, and I could only throw up my hands in
despair! Did he come from you? But do sit down, for mercy's
sake, sit down!"
"No, not from me, but I knew he went to you and why he
went," Raskolnikov answered sharply.
"You knew?"
"I knew. What of it?"
"Why this, Rodion Romanovitch, that I know more than
that about you; I know about everything. I know how you
went to take a flat at night when it was dark and how you rang
the bell and asked about the blood, so that the workmen and the
porter did not know what to make of it. Yes, I understand your
state of mind at that time . . . but you'll drive yourself mad like
that, upon my word! You'll lose your head! You're full of gen-
erous indignation at the wrongs you've received, first from
destiny, and then from the police officers, and so you rush from
one thing to another to force them to speak out and make an end
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