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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 435
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, re-
member that!"
"Oh, I know that, I'll remember. Look at him, he's trem-
bling! 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 te 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 Raskolni-
kov. 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.
CHAPTER III
He hurried to SvidrigaTlov'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
Svidrigailov 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 wouldn't. Why? He could not have ex-
plained, 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 felc a faint vague anxiety
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