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"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!"

"Really delirious? You don't say so!" Porfiry shook his head in a

womanish way.

"Nonsense! Don't you believe it! But you don't believe it

anyway," Raskolnikov let slip in his anger. But Porfiry

Petrovitch did not seem to catch those strange words.

"But how could you have gone out if you hadn't been delirious?"

Razumihin got hot suddenly. "What did you go out for? What was

the object of it? And why on the sly? Were you in your senses

when you did it? Now that all danger is over I can speak

plainly."