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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 329
feeling to what a degree of fury it might drive him, feeling that
that fury might drive him mad.
"I was not delirious. I knew what I was doing," he cried,
straining every faculty to penetrate Porfiry's game, "I was
quite myself, do you hear?"
"Yes, I hear and understand. You said yesterday you were
not delirious, you were particularly emphatic about it! I under-
stand allyou can tell me! A-ach! . . . Listen, Rodion Romano-
vitch, my dear fellow. If you were actually a criminal, or were
somehow mixed up in this damnable business, would you insist
that you were not delirious but in full possession of your
faculties? And so emphatically and persistently? Would it be
possible? Quite impossible, to my thinking. If y6u had anything
on your conscience, you certainly ought to insist that you were
delirious. That's so, isn't it?"
There was a note of slyness in this inquiry. Raskolnikov drew
back on the sofa as Porfiry bent over him and stared in silent
perplexity at him.
"Another thing about Razumihin — you certainly ought to
have said that he came of his own accord, to have concealed your
part in it! But you don't conceal it! You lay stress on his
coming at your instigation."Raskolnikov had not done so. A chill went down his back.
"You keep telling lies," he said slowly and weakly, twisting
his lips into a sickly smile, "you are trying again to show that
you know all my game, that you know all I shall say before-
hand," hesaid, conscious himself that he was not weighing his
words as he ought. "You want to frighten me ... or you are
simply laughing at me. . . ."
He still stared at him as he said this and again there was a
light of intense hatred in his eyes.
"You keep lying," he cried. "You know perfectly well that
the best policy for the criminal is to tell the truth as nearly as
possible ... to conceal as little as possible. I don't believe you!"
"What a wily person you are!" Porfiry tittered, "there's no
catching you; you've a perfect monomania. So you don't be-
lieve me? But still you do believe me, you believe a quarter; I'll
soon make you believe the whole, because I have a sincere liking
for you and genuinely wish you good."
Raskolnikov's lips trembled.
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