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Just the same with bell-ringing.... It's all illness, Rodion

Romanovitch! You have begun to neglect your illness. You should

consult an experienced doctor, what's the good of that fat

fellow? You are lightheaded! You were delirious when you did all

this!"

For a moment Raskolnikov felt everything going round.

"Is it possible, is it possible," flashed through his mind, "that

he is still lying? He can't be, he can't be." He rejected that

idea, feeling to what a degree of fury it might drive him,

feeling that that fury might drive him mad.

"I was not delirious. I knew what I was doing," he cried,

straining every faculty to penetrate Porfiry's game, "I was quite

myself, do you hear?"