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- 238 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"What does this mean?" thought Raskolnikov uneasily.
Zametov seemed taken aback, but not very much so.
"Why, it was at your rooms we met yesterday," he said easily.
"Then I have been spared the trouble. All last week he was
begging me to introduce him to you. Porfiry and you have
snififed each other out without me. Where is your tobacco?"
Porfiry Petrovitch was wearing a dressing-gown, very clean
linen, and trodden-down slippers. He was a man of about five
and thirty, short, stout even to corpulence, and clean shaven.
He wore his hair cut short and had a large round head, particu-
larly prominent at the back. His soft, round, rather snub-nosed
face was of a sickly yellowish colour, but had a vigorous and
rather ironical expression. It would have been good-natxxred, ex-
cept for a look in the eyes, which shone with a watery, mawkish
light under almost white, blinking eyelashes. The expression of
those eyes was strangely out of keeping with his somewhat
womanish figure, and gave it something far more serious than
could be guessed at first sight.
As soon as Porfiry Petrovitch heard that his visitor had a
little matter of business with him, he begged him to sit down on
the sofa and sat down himself on the other end, waiting for him
to explain his business, with that careful and over-serious atten-
tion which is at once oppressive and embarrassing, especially to
a stranger, and especially if what you are discussing is in your
own opinion of far too little importance for such exceptional
solemnity. But in brief and coherent phrases Raskolnikov ex-
plained hisbusiness clearly and exactly, and was so well satis-
fied with himself that he even succeeded in taking a good look
at Porfiry. Porfiry Petrovitch did not once take his eyes off
him. Razumihin, sitting opposite at the same table, listened
warmly and impatiently, looking from one to the other every
moment with rather excessive interest.
"Fool," Raskolnikov swore to himself.
"You have to give information to the police," Porfiry replied,
with a most businesslike air, "that having learnt of this incident,
that is of the murder, you beg to inform the lawyer in charge of
the case that such and such things belong to you, and that you
desire to redeem them . . . or . . . but they will write to you."
"That's just the point, that at the present moment," Raskol-
nikov tried his utmost to feign embarrassment, "I am not
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