He jumped up and sat on the sofa. The beating of his heart was a positive pain.
Then who can have latched the door? retorted Nastasya. Hes taken to bolting himself in! As if he were worth stealing! Open, you stupid, wake up!
What do they want? Why the porter? Alls discovered. Resist or open? Come what may!
He half rose, stooped forward and unlatched the door.
His room was so small that he could undo the latch without leaving the bed. Yes; the porter and Nastasya were standing there.
Nastasya stared at him in a strange way. He glanced with a defiant and desperate air at the porter, who without a word held out a grey folded paper sealed with bottle-wax.
A notice from the office, he announced, as he gave him the paper.
From what office?
A summons to the police office, of course. You know which office.
To the police? What for?
How can I tell? Youre sent for, so you go.
The man looked at him attentively, looked round the room and turned to go away.
Hes downright ill! observed Nastasya, not taking her eyes off him. The porter turned his head for a moment. Hes been in a fever since yesterday, she added.
Raskolnikov made no response and held the paper in his hands, without opening it. Dont you get up then, Nastasya went on compassionately, seeing that he was letting his feet down from the sofa. Youre ill, and so dont go; theres no such hurry. What have you got there?
He looked; in his right hand he held the shreds he had cut from his trousers, the sock, and the rags of the pocket. So he had been asleep with them in his hand. Afterwards reflecting upon it, he remembered that half waking up in his fever, he had grasped all this tightly in his hand and so fallen asleep again.
Look at the rags hes collected and sleeps with them, as though he has got hold of a treasure
And Nastasya went off into her hysterical giggle.
Instantly he thrust them all under his great coat and fixed his eyes intently upon her. Far as he was from being capable of rational reflection at that moment, he felt that no one would behave like that with a person who was going to be arrested. But the police?
Youd better have some tea! Yes? Ill bring it, theres some left.
No Im going; Ill go at once, he muttered, getting on to his feet.
Why, youll never get downstairs!
Yes, Ill go.
As you please.
She followed the porter out.
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