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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 33 J
Nikolay did not understand the question.
"Did you do it alone?"
"Yes, alone. And Mitka is not guilty and had no share in it."
"Don't be in a hurry about Mitka! A-ach! How was it you
ran downstairs like that at the time? The porters met you both!"
"It was to put them off the scent. ... I ran after Mitka,"
Nikolay replied hurriedly, as though he had prepared the answer.
"I knew it!" cried Porfiry, with vexation. "It's not his own
tale he is telling," he muttered as though to himself, and
suddenly his eyes rested on Raskolnikov again.
He was apparently so taken up with Nikolay that for a mo-
ment hehad forgotten Raskolnikov. He was a little taken aback.
"My dear Rodion Romanovitch, excuse me!" he flew up to
him, "this won't do; I'm afraid you must go . . . it's no good your
staying ... I will . . . you see, what a surprise! . . . Good-bye!"
And taking him by the arm, he showed him to the door.
"I suppose you didn't expect it?" said Raskolnikov who,
though he had not yet fully grasped the situation, had regained
his courage.
"You did not expect it either, my friend. See how your hand
is trembling! He-he!"
"You're trembling, too, Porfiry Petrovitch!"
"Yes, I am; I didn't expect it."
They were already at the door; Porfiry was impatient for
Raskolnikov to be gone.
"And your little surprise, aren't you going to show it to
me?" Raskolnikov said, sarcastically.
"Why, his teeth are chattering as he asks, he-he! You are an
ironical person! Come, till we meet!"
"I believe we can say good-bye!"
"That's in God's hands," muttered Porfiry, with an unnaturalsmile.
As he walked through the office, Raskolnikov noticed that
many people were looking at him. Among them he saw the two
porters from the house, whom he had invited that night to the
police station. They stood there waiting. But he was no sooner
on the stairs than he heard the voice of Porfiry Petrovitch
behind him. Turning round, he saw the latter running after
him, out of breath.
"One word, Rodion Romanovitch; as to all the rest, it's in
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