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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 241
His anger was mounting, he could not repress it. "And in my
anger I shall betray myself," flashed through his mind again.
"Why are they torturing me?"
"Not quite well!" Razumihin caught him up. "What next!
He was unconscious and delirious till yesterday. Would you
believe, Porfiry, as soon as our backs were turned, he dressed,
though he could hardly stand, and gave us the slip and went
off on a spree somewhere till midnight, delirious all the time!
Would you believe it! Extraordinary!"
"Really delirious? You don't say so!" Porfiry shook his head
in a womanish way.
"Nonsense! Don't you believe it! But you don't believe it
anyway," Raskolnikov let slip in his anger. But Porfiry Petro-
vitch did not seem to catch those strange words.
"But how could you have gone out if you hadn't been delir-
ious?" Razumihin got hot suddenly. "What did you go out
for? What was the object of it? And why on the sly? Were you
in your senses when you did it? Now that all danger is over I
can speak plainly."
"I was awfully sick of them yesterday." Raskolnikov ad-
dressed Porfiry suddenly with a smile of insolent defiance, "I
ran away from them to take lodgings where they wouldn't
find me, and took a lot of money with me. Mr. Zametov there
saw it. I say, Mr. Zametov, was I sensible or delirious yesterday;
settle our dispute."
He could have strangled Zametov at that moment, so hateful
were his expression and his silence to him.
"In my opinion you talked sensibly and even artfully, but you
were extremely irritable," Zametov pronounced drily.
"And Nikodim Fomitch was telling, me to-day," put in Por-
firy Petrovitch, "that he met you very late last night in the
lodging of a man who had been run over."
"And there," said Razumihin, "weren't you mad then? You
gave your last penny to the widow for the funeral. If you
wanted to help, give fifteen or twenty even, but keep three
roubles for yourself at least, but he flung away all the twenty-
five at once!"
"Maybe I found a treasure somewhere and you know nothing
of it? So that's why I was liberal yesterday. . . . Mr. Zametov
knows I've found a treasure! Excuse us, please, for disturbing
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