He still remained on his knees. Porfiry Petrovitch stood for some moments as though meditating, but suddenly roused himself and waved back the uninvited spectators. They instantly vanished and closed the door. Then he looked towards Raskolnikov, who was standing in the corner, staring wildly at Nikolay and moved towards him, but stopped short, looked from Nikolay to Raskolnikov and then again at Nikolay, and seeming unable to restrain himself darted at the latter.
Youre in too great a hurry, he shouted at him, almost angrily. I didnt ask you what came over you. Speak, did you kill them?
I am the murderer. I want to give evidence, Nikolay pronounced.
Ach! What did you kill them with?
An axe. I had it ready.
Ach, he is in a hurry! Alone?
Nikolay did not understand the question.
Did you do it alone?
Yes, alone. And Mitka is not guilty and had no share in it.
Dont be in a hurry about Mitka! A-ach! How was it you ran downstairs like that at the time? The porters met you both!
It was to put them off the scent I ran after Mitka, Nikolay replied hurriedly, as though he had prepared the answer.
I knew it! cried Porfiry, with vexation. Its not his own tale he is telling, he muttered as though to himself, and suddenly his eyes rested on Raskolnikov again.
He was apparently so taken up with Nikolay that for a moment he had forgotten Raskolnikov. He was a little taken aback.
My dear Rodion Romanovitch, excuse me! he flew up to him, this wont do; Im afraid you must go its no good your staying I will you see, what a surprise! Good-bye!
And taking him by the arm, he showed him to the door.
I suppose you didnt expect it? said Raskolnikov who, though he had not yet fully grasped the situation, had regained his courage.
You did not expect it either, my friend. See how your hand is trembling! He-he!
Youre trembling, too, Porfiry Petrovitch!
Yes, I am; I didnt expect it.
They were already at the door; Porfiry was impatient for Raskolnikov to be gone.
And your little surprise, arent you going to show it to me? Raskolnikov said, sarcastically.
Why, his teeth are chattering as he asks, he-he! You are an ironical person! Come, till we meet!
I believe we can say good-bye!
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