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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 23?
quite in funds . . . and even this trifling sum is beyond me ... I
only wanted, you see, for the present to declare that the things
are mine, and that when I have money. . . ."
"That's no matter," answered Porfiry Petrovitch, receiving
his explanation of his pecvmiary position coldly, "but you can,
if you prefer, write straight to me, to say, that having been
informed of the matter, and claiming such and such as your
property, you beg ..."
"On an ordinary sheet of paper?" Raskolnikov interrupted
eagerly, again interested in the financial side of the question.
"Oh, the most ordinary," and suddenly Porfiry Petrovitch
looked with obvious irony at him, screwing up his eyes and as
it were winking at him. But perhaps it was Raskolnikov's fancy,
for it all lasted but a moment. There was certainly something of
the sort, Raskolnikov could have sworn he winked at him, good-
ness knows why.
"He knows," flashed through his mind like lightning.
"Forgive my troubling you about such trifles," he went on,
a little disconcerted, "the things are only worth five roubles,
but I prize them particularly for the sake of those from whom
they came to me, and I must confess that I was alarmed when
I heard . . ."
"That's why you were so much struck when I mentioned
to Zossimov that Porfiry was inquiring for every one who had
pledges!" Razumihin put in with obvious intention.
This was really unbearable. Raskolnikov could not help
glancing at him with a flash of vindictive anger in his black
eyes, but immediately recollected himself.
"You seem to be jeering at me, brother?" he said to him,
with a well-feigned irritability. "I dare say I do seem to you
absurdly anxious about such trash; but you mustn't think me
selfish or grasping for that, and these two things may be any-
thing but trash in my eyes. I told you just now that the silver
watch, though it's not worth a cent, is the only thing left us
of my father's. You may laugh at me, but my mother is here,"
he turned suddenly to Porfiry, "and if she knew," he turned
again hurriedly to Razumihin, carefully making his voice
tremble, "that the watch was lost, she would be in despairl You
know what women are!"
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