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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 419
**Yes, and you didn't know? hm . . ."
They were both silent.
"Good-bye, Rodion. There was a time, brother, when I . . .
Never mind, good-bye. You see, there was a time. . . . Well,
good-bye! I must be off too. I am not going to drink. There's
no need now. . . . That's all stuff!"
He hurried out; but when he had almost closed the door
behind him, he suddenly opened it again, and said, looking away:
"Oh, by the way, do you remember that murder, you know
Porfiry's, that old woman? Do you know the murderer has been
found, he has confessed and given the proofs. It's one of those
very workmen, the painter, only fancy! Do you remember I
defended them here? Would you believe it, all that scene of
fighting and laughing with his companion on the stairs while
the porter and the two witnesses were going up, he got up on
purpose to disarm suspicion. The cunning, the presence of mind
of the young dog! One can hardly credit it; but it's his own
explanation, he has confessed it all. And what a fool I was about
it! Well, he's simply a genius of hypocrisy and resourcefulness
in disarming the suspicions of the lawyers — so there's nothing-
much to wonder at, I suppose! Of course people like that are
always possible. And the fact that he couldn't keep up the
character, but confessed, makes him easier to believe in. But
what a fool I was! I was frantic on their side!"
"Tell me please from whom did you hear that, and why does
it interest you so?" Raskolnikov asked with immistakable agi-tation.
"What next? You ask me why it interests me! . . . Well, I
heard it from Porfiry, among others. . . It was from him I
heard almost all about it."
"From Porfiry?"
"From Porfiry."
"What . . . what did he say?" Raskolnikov asked in dismay.
"He gave me a capital explanation of it. Psychologically,
after his fashion."
"He explained it? Explained it himself?"
"Yes, yes; good-bye. I'll tell you all about it another time,
but now I'm busy. There was a time when I fancied . . . But
no matter, another time! . . . What need is there for me to
drink now? You have made me drunk without wine. I am
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