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- il6 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
it to the door that led to Sonia's room. The conversation had
struck him as interesting and remarkable, and he had greatly
enjoyed it— so much so that he brought a chair that he might
not in the future, to-morrow, for instance, have to endure the
inconvenience of standing a whole hovu:, but might listen in
comfort.
CHAPTER V
When next morning at eleven o'clock punctually Raskolnikov
went into the department of the investigation of criminal
causes and sent his name in to Porfiry Petrovitch, he was sur-
prised atbeing kept waiting so long: it was at least ten minutes
before he was summoned. He had expected that they would
pounce upon him. But he stood in the waiting-room, and people,
who apparently had nothing to do with him, were continually
passing to and fro before him. In the next room which looked
like an office, several clerks were sitting writing and obviously
they had no notion who or what Raskolnikov might be. He
looked uneasily and suspiciously about him to see whether there
was not some guard, some mysterious watch being kept on
him to prevent his escape. But there was nothing of the sort: he
saw only the faces of clerks absorbed in petty details, then other
people, no one seemed to have any concern with him. He might
go where he liked for them. The conviction grew stronger in
him that if that enigmatic man of yesterday, that phantom
sprung out of the earth, had seen everything, they would not
have let him stand and wait like that. And would they have
waited till he elected to appear at eleven? Either the man had
not yet given information, or ... or simply he knew nothing,
had seen nothing (and how could he have seen anything?) and
so all that had happened to him the day before was again a
phantom exaggerated by his sick and overstrained imagination.
This conjecture had begun to grow strong the day before, in the
midst of all his alarm and despair. Thinking it all over now and
preparing for a fresh conflict, he was suddenly aware that he was
trembling — and he felt a rush of indignation at the thought that
he was trembling with fear at facing that hateful Porfiry Petro-
vitch. What he dreaded above all was meeting that man again;
he hated him with an intense, unmitigated hatred and was
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