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Thinking it all over now and preparing for a fresh conflict, he was suddenly aware that he was trembling and he felt a rush of indignation at the thought that he was trembling with fear at facing that hateful Porfiry Petrovitch. What he dreaded above all was meeting that man again; he hated him with an intense, unmitigated hatred and was afraid his hatred might betray him.
The neighbour, the devoted card-player, arrived; his name was Porfiry Platonitch, a stoutish, greyish man with short, spindly legs, very polite and ready to be amused. Anna Sergyevna, who still talked principally with Bazarov, asked him whether he'd like to try a contest with them in the old-fashioned way at preference?
"He's been stagnating all his life as a district postmaster; gets a little pension. He is sixty-five not worth talking about.... But I am fond of him. Porfiry Petrovitch, the head of the Investigation Department here... But you know him." "Is he a relation of yours, too?" "A very distant one. But why are you scowling? Because you quarrelled once, won't you come then?"
So laughing, they entered Porfiry Petrovitch's flat. This is what Raskolnikov wanted: from within they could be heard laughing as they came in, still guffawing in the passage. "Not a word here or I'll... brain you!" Razumihin whispered furiously, seizing Raskolnikov by the shoulder. Raskolnikov was already entering the room.
"How can it be, he knows about the flat then," he thought suddenly, "and he tells it me himself!" "Yes, in our legal practice there was a case almost exactly similar, a case of morbid psychology," Porfiry went on quickly. "A man confessed to murder and how he kept it up! It was a regular hallucination; he brought forward facts, he imposed upon everyone and why?
In those still ambiguous words he kept eagerly looking for something more definite and conclusive. "Mr. Razumihin!" cried Porfiry Petrovitch, seeming glad of a question from Raskolnikov, who had till then been silent. "He-he-he! But I had to put Mr. Razumihin off; two is company, three is none. Mr. Razumihin is not the right man, besides he is an outsider.
"You've 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. When he remembered the scene afterwards, this is how Raskolnikov saw it.
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!"
Arkady was reduced at last to calling Fifi to him, and with an affable smile patting him on the head to give himself an appearance of being at home. Katya set to work again upon her flowers. Bazarov meanwhile was losing and losing. Anna Sergyevna played cards in masterly fashion; Porfiry Platonitch, too, could hold his own in the game.
Porfiry Petrovitch whispered in horror, bringing his face close to Raskolnikov's. "I won't allow it, I won't allow it," Raskolnikov repeated mechanically, but he too spoke in a sudden whisper. Porfiry turned quickly and ran to open the window. "Some fresh air! And you must have some water, my dear fellow.
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