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- 326 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
parably, but he didn't reckon on his temperament. That's what
betrays him! Another time he will be carried away by his play-
ful wit into making fun of the man who suspects him, he will
turn pale as it were on purpose to mislead, but his paleness will
be too natural, too much like the real thing, again he has given
us an idea! Though his questioner may be deceived at first, he
will think diflferently next day if he is not a fool, and, of course,
it is like that at every step! He puts himself forward where he is
not wanted, sp>eaks continually when he ought to keep silent,
brings in all sorts of allegorical allusions, he-he! Comes and asks
why didn't you take me long ago, he-he-he! And that can
happen, you know, with the cleverest man, the psychologist,
the hterary man. The temperament reflects everything like 9
mirror! Gaze into it and admire what you see! But why are
you so pale, Rodion Romanovitch? Is the room stuffy? Shall I
open the window?"
"Oh, don't trouble, please," cried Riskolnikov and he sud-
denly broke into a laugh. "Please don't trouble."
Porfiry stood facing him, paused a moment and suddenly he
too laughed. Raskolnikov got up from the sofa, abruptly check-
ing his hysterical laughter.
"Porfiry Petrovitch," he began, speaking loudly and dis-
tinctly, though his legs trembled and he could scarcely stand.
**I see clearly at last that you actually suspect me of murdering
that old woman and her sister Lizaveta. Let me tell you for my
part that I am sick of this. If you find that you have a right to
prosecute me legally, to arrest me, then prosecute me, arrest me.
But I will not let myself be jeered at to my face and worried . . ."
His lips trembled, his eyes glowed with f vuy and he could not
restrain his voice.
"I won't allow it!" he shouted, bringing his fist down on the
table. "Do you hear that, Porfiry Petrovitch? I won't allow it."
"Good heavens! What does it mean?" cried Porfiry Petro-
vitch, apparently quite frightened. "Rodion Romanovitch, my
dear fellow, what is the matter with you?"
"I won't allow it," Raskolnikov shouted again.
"Hush, my dear man! They'll hear and come in. Just think,
what could we say to them?" Porfiry Petrovitch whispered in
horror, bringing his face close to Raskolnikov's.
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