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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 243
know about the flat? If only they'd make haste! "WTien I said
that I ran away to take a flat he let it pass. ... I put that in
cleverly about a flat, it may be of use afterwards. . . . Dehrious,
indeed . . . ha-ha-ha! He knows all about last night! He didn't
know of my mother's arrival! The hag had written the date on
in pencil! You are wrong, you won't catch me! There are no
facts . . . it's all supposition! You produce facts! The flat even
isn't a fact but delirium. I know what to say to them. . . . Do
they know about the flat? I won't go without finding out. What
did I come for? But my being angry now, maybe is a fact! Fool,
how irritable I am! Perhaps that's right; to play the invalid.
. . . He is feeling me. He will try to catch me. Why did I come?"
All this flashed like lightning through his mind.
Porfiry Petrovitch returned quickly. He became suddenly
more jovial.
"Your party yesterday, brother, has left my head rather. . . .
And I am out of sorts altogether," he began in quite a different
tone, laughing to Razumihin.
"Was it interesting? I left you yesterday at the most inter-
esting point. Who got the best of it?"
"Oh, no one, of course. They got on to everlasting questions^
floated off into space."
"Only fancy, Rodya, what we got on to yesterday. Whethei
there is such a thing as crime. I told you that we talked our
heads off."
"What is there strange? It's an everyday social question,"
Raskolnikov answered casually.
"The question wasn't put quite like that," observed Porfiry.
"Not quite, that's true," Razumihin agreed at once, getting
warm and hurried as usual. "Listen, Rodion, and tell us your
opinion, I want to hear it. I was fighting tooth and nail with
them and wanted you to help me. I told them you were coming.
... It began with the socialist doctrine. You know their doc-
trine; crime is a protest against the abnormality of the social
organisation and nothing more, and nothing more; no other
causes admitted! . . ."
"You are wrong there," cried Porfiry Petrovitch; he waj
noticeably animated and kept laughing as h« looked at Razu-
mihin which made him more excited than ever.
"Nothing is admitted," Razumihin interrupted with heat
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