olnikoff. He was standing on the
bridge, near a crossing, and was looking around him as if expecting
some one to speak. But no one spoke, and all was dark and dull, and
dead--at least to him, and him alone.

A few days later, Raskolnikoff heard from his friend Razoumikhin that
those who had borrowed money from Alena Ivanovna were going to the
police office to redeem their pledges. He went with Razoumikhin to the
office where they were received by Porphyrius Petrovitch, the
examining magistrate, who seemed to have expected them.

"You have been expecting this visit? But how did you know that he had
pledged anything with Alena Ivanovna?" cried Razoumikhin.

Porphyrius Petrovitch, without any further reply, said to
Raskolnikoff: "Your things, a ring and a watch, were at her place,
wrapped up in a piece of paper, and on this paper your name was
legibly written in pencil, with the date of the day she had received
these things from you."

"What a memory you must have got!" said Raskolnikoff, with a forced
smile, doing his best to look the magistrate unflinchingly in the
face. However, he could not help adding: "I say so, because, as the
owners of the pledged articles are no doubt very numerous, you must, I
should fancy, have some difficulty in remembering them all; but I see,
on the contrary, that you do nothing of the kind. (Oh! fool! why add
that?)"

"But they have nearly all of them come here; you alone had not done
so," answered Porphyrius, with an almost imperceptible sneer.

"I happened to be rather unwell."

"So I heard. I have been told that you have been in great pain. Even
now you are pale."

"Not at all. I am not pale. On the contrary, I am very well!" answered
Raskolnikoff in a tone of voice which had all at once become brutal
and violent. He felt rising within him uncontrollable anger. "Anger
will make me say some foolish thing," he thought. "But why do they
exasperate me?"

"He was rather unwell! A pretty expression, to be sure!" exclaimed
Razoumikhin. "The fact is that up to yesterday he has been almost
unconscious. Would you believe it, Porphyrius? Yesterday, when he
could hardly stand upright, he seized the moment when we had just left
him, to dress, to be off by stealth, and to go loafing about, Heaven
only knows where, till midnight, being, all the time, in a completely
raving condition. Can you imagine such a thing? It is a most
remarkable case!"

"Indeed! In a completely raving state?" remar