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porter and some gentlemenand how many gentlemen were there I dont remember. And the porter swore at me, and the other porter swore, too, and the porters wife came out, and swore at us, too; and a gentleman came into the entry with a lady, and he swore at us, too, for Dmitri and I lay right across the way. I got hold of Dmitris hair and knocked him down and began beating him. And Dmitri, too, caught me by the hair and began beating me. But we did it all not for temper but in a friendly way, for sport. And then Dmitri escaped and ran into the street, and I ran after him; but I did not catch him, and went back to the flat alone; I had to clear up my things. I began putting them together, expecting Dmitri to come, and there in the passage, in the corner by the door, I stepped on the box. I saw it lying there wrapped up in paper. I took off the paper, saw some little hooks, undid them, and in the box were the ear-rings. Behind the door? Lying behind the door? Behind the door? Raskolnikov cried suddenly, staring with a blank look of terror at Razumihin, and he slowly sat up on the sofa, leaning on his hand. Yes why? Whats the matter? Whats wrong? Razumihin, too, got up from his seat. Nothing, Raskolnikov answered faintly, turning to the wall. All were silent for a while. He must have waked from a dream, Razumihin said at last, looking inquiringly at Zossimov. The latter slightly shook his head. Well, go on, said Zossimov. What next? What next? As soon as he saw the ear-rings, forgetting Dmitri and everything, he took up his cap and ran to Dushkin and, as we know, got a rouble from him. He told a lie saying he found them in the street, and went off drinking. He keeps repeating his old story about the murder: I know nothing of it, never heard of it till the day before yesterday. And why didnt you come to the police till now? I was frightened. And why did you try to hang yourself? From anxiety. What anxiety? That I should be accused of it. Well, thats the whole story. And now what do you suppose they deduced from that? Why, theres no supposing. Theres a clue, such as it is, a fact. You wouldnt have your painter set free? Now theyve simply taken him for the murderer. They havent a shadow of doubt. Thats nonsense. You are excited. But what about the ear-rings? You must admit that, if on the very same day and hour ear-rings from the old womans box have come into Nikolays hands, they must have come there somehow. Thats a good deal in such a case. How did they get there? How did they get there? cried Razumihin. How can you, a doctor, whose duty it is to study man and who has more opportunity than anyone else for studying human naturehow can you fail to see the character of the man in the whole story? Dont you see at once that the answers he has given in the examination are the holy truth? They came into his hand precisely as he has told ushe stepped on the box and picked it up. The holy truth! But didnt he own himself that he told a lie at first? Listen to me, listen attentively. The porter and Koch and Pestryakov and the other porter and the wife of the first porter and the woman who was sitting in the porters lodge and the man Kryukov, who had just got out of a cab at that minute and went in at the entry with a lady on his arm, that is eight or ten witnesses, agree that Nikolay had Dmitri on the ground, was lying on him beating him, while Dmitri hung on to his hair, beating him, too. They lay right across the way, blocking the thoroughfare. They were sworn at on all sides while they like children (the very words of the witnesses) were falling over one another, squealing, fighting and laughing with the funniest faces, and, chasing one another like children, they ran into the street. Now take careful note. The bodies upstairs were warm, you understand, warm |
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