its not worth a cent, is the only thing left us of my fathers. You may laugh at me, but my mother is here, he turned suddenly to Porfiry, and if she knew, he turned again hurriedly to Razumihin, carefully making his voice tremble, that the watch was lost, she would be in despair! You know what women are!
Not a bit of it! I didnt mean that at all! Quite the contrary! shouted Razumihin distressed.
Was it right? Was it natural? Did I overdo it? Raskolnikov asked himself in a tremor. Why did I say that about women?
Oh, your mother is with you? Porfiry Petrovitch inquired.
When did she come?
Porfiry paused as though reflecting.
Your things would not in any case be lost, he went on calmly and coldly. I have been expecting you here for some time.
And as though that was a matter of no importance, he carefully offered the ash-tray to Razumihin, who was ruthlessly scattering cigarette ash over the carpet. Raskolnikov shuddered, but Porfiry did not seem to be looking at him, and was still concerned with Razumihins cigarette.
What? Expecting him? Why, did you know that he had pledges there? cried Razumihin.
Porfiry Petrovitch addressed himself to Raskolnikov.
Your things, the ring and the watch, were wrapped up together, and on the paper your name was legibly written in pencil, together with the date on which you left them with her
How observant you are! Raskolnikov smiled awkwardly, doing his very utmost to look him straight in the face, but he failed, and suddenly added:
I say that because I suppose there were a great many pledges that it must be difficult to remember them all. But you remember them all so clearly, and and
Stupid! Feeble! he thought. Why did I add that?
But we know all who had pledges, and you are the only one who hasnt come forward, Porfiry answered with hardly perceptible irony.
I havent been quite well.
I heard that too. I heard, indeed, that you were in great distress about something. You look pale still.
I am not pale at all. No, I am quite well, Raskolnikov snapped out rudely and angrily, completely changing his tone. His anger was mounting, he could not repress it. And in my anger I shall betray myself, flashed through his mind again. Why are they torturing me?
Not quite well! Razumihin caught him up. What next! He was unconscious and delirious all yesterday. Would you believe, Porfiry, as soon as our backs were turned, he dressed, though he could hardly stand, and gave us the slip and went off on a spree somewhere till midnight, delirious all the time! Would you believe it! Extraordinary!
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