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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 331
defence; illnesss, I said, delirium, injury, melancholy and the
police officers and all the rest of it? Ah! He-he-he! Though,
indeed, all those psychological means of defence are not very
reliable and cut both ways: illness, delirium, I don't remember
ā that's all right, but why, my good sir, in your illness and in
your delirium were you haunted by just those delusions and not
by any others? There may have been others, eh? He-he-he!"
Raskolnikov looked haughtily and contemptuously at him.
"Briefly," he said loudly and imperiously, rising to his feet
and in so doing pushing Porfiry back a little, "briefly, I want
to know, do you acknowledge me perfectly free from suspicion
or not? Tell me, Porfiry Petrovitch, tell me once for all and
make haste!"
"What a business I'm having with you!" cried Porfiry with
a perfectly good-humoured, sly and composed face. "And why
do you want to know, why do you want to know so much, since
they haven't begun to worry you? Why, you are like a child
asking for matches! And why are you so uneasy? Why do you
force yourself upon us, eh? He-he-he!"
"I repeat," Raskolnikov cried furiously, "that I can't put up
with it!"
"With what? Uncertainty?" interrupted Porfiry.
"Don't jeer at me! I won't have it! I tell you I won't have
it. I can't and I won't, do you hear, do you hear?" he shouted,
bringing his fist down on the table again.
"Hush! Hush! They'll overhear! I warn you seriously, take
care of yourself. I am not joking," Porfiry whispered, but this
time there was not the look of old womanish good-nature and
alarm in his face. Now he was peremptory, stern, frowning and
for once laying aside all mystification.
But this was only for an instant. Raskolnikov, bewildered,
suddenly fell into actual frenzy, but, strange to say, he again
obeyed the command to speak quietly, though he was in s
perfect paroxysm of fury.
"I will not allow myself to be tortured," he whispered, in-
stantly recognising with hatred that he could not help obeying
the command and driven to even greater fury by the thought.
"Arrest me, search me, but kindly act in due form and don't
play with me! Don't dare!"
"Don't worry about the form," Porfiry interrupted with the
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