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"You keep telling lies," he said slowly and weakly, twisting his

lips into a sickly smile, "you are trying again to show that you

know all my game, that you know all I shall say beforehand," he

said, conscious himself that he was not weighing his words as he

ought. "You want to frighten me... or you are simply laughing at

me..."

He still stared at him as he said this and again there was a

light of intense hatred in his eyes.

"You keep lying," he said. "You know perfectly well that the best

policy for the criminal is to tell the truth as nearly as

possible... to conceal as little as possible. I don't believe

you!"

"What a wily person you are!" Porfiry tittered, "there's no

catching you; you've a perfect monomania. So you don't believe

me? But still you do believe me, you believe a quarter; I'll soon

make you believe the whole, because I have a sincere liking for

you and genuinely wish you good."

Raskolnikov's lips trembled.