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My little surprise, its sitting there behind the door, he-he-he! (He pointed to the locked door.) I locked him in that he should not escape. What is it? Where? What? Raskolnikov walked to the door and would have opened it, but it was locked. Its locked, here is the key! And he brought a key out of his pocket. You are lying, roared Raskolnikov without restraint, you lie, you damned punchinello! and he rushed at Porfiry who retreated to the other door, not at all alarmed. I understand it all! You are lying and mocking so that I may betray myself to you Why, you could not betray yourself any further, my dear Rodion Romanovitch. You are in a passion. Dont shout, I shall call the clerks. You are lying! Call the clerks! You knew I was ill and tried to work me into a frenzy to make me betray myself, that was your object! Produce your facts! I understand it all. Youve no evidence, you have only wretched rubbishly suspicions like Zametovs! You knew my character, you wanted to drive me to fury and then to knock me down with priests and deputies. Are you waiting for them? eh! What are you waiting for? Where are they? Produce them? Why deputies, my good man? What things people will imagine! And to do so would not be acting in form as you say, you dont know the business, my dear fellow. And theres no escaping form, as you see, Porfiry muttered, listening at the door through which a noise could be heard. Ah, theyre coming, cried Raskolnikov. Youve sent for them! You expected them! Well, produce them all: your deputies, your witnesses, what you like! I am ready! But at this moment a strange incident occurred, something so unexpected that neither Raskolnikov nor Porfiry Petrovitch could have looked for such a conclusion to their interview. |
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