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- 318 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"I believe you said yesterday you would like to question rat
. . . formally . . . about my acquaintance with the murdered
woman?" Raskolnikov was beginning again. "Wliy did I put in
'I believe' " passed through his mind in a flash. ''WTiy am I so
uneasy at having put in that 7 believe'?" came in a second flash.
And he suddenly felt that his uneasiness at the mere contact
with Porfiry, at the first words, at the first looks, had grown in
an instant to monstrous proportions, and that this was fearfully
dangerous. His nerves were quivering, his emotion was increas-
ing. "It's bad, it's bad! I shall say too much again."
"Yes, yes, yes! There's no hurry, there's no hurry," muttered
Porfiry Petrovitch, moving to and fro about the table without
any apparent aim, as it were making dashes towards the window,
the bureau and the table, at one moment avoiding Raskolnikov's
suspicious glance, then again standing still and looking him
straight in the face.
His fat round little figure looked very strange, like a ball
rolling from one side to the other and rebounding back.
"We've plenty of time. Do you smoke? have you your own?
Here, a cigarette!" he went on, offering his visitor a cigarette.
"You know I am receiving you here, but my own quarters are
through there, you know, my government quarters. But I am
living outside for the time, I had to have some repairs done here.
It's almost finished now. . . . Government quarters, you know,
are a capital thing. Eh, what do you think?"
"Yes, a capital thing," answered Raskolnikov, looking at him
almost ironically.
"A capital thing, a capital thing," repeated Porfiry Petro-
vitch, as though he had just thought of something quite differ-
ent. "Yes, a capital thing," he almost shouted at last, suddenly
staring at Raskolnikov and stopping short two steps from him.
This stupid repetition was too incongruous in its ineptitude
with the serious, brooding and enigmatic glance he turned upon
his visitor.
But this stirred Raskolnikov's spleen more than ever and he
could not resist an ironical and rather incautious challenge.
"Tell me, please," he asked suddenly, looking almost inso-
lently athim and taking a kind of pleasure in his own insolence.
"I believe it's a sort of legal rule, a sort of legal tradition —
for all investigating lawyers — to begin their attack from afar.
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