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But we did it all not for temper but in a friendly way, for

sport. And then Dmitri escaped and ran into the street, and I ran

after him; but I did not catch him, and went back to the flat

alone; I had to clear up my things. I began putting them

together, expecting Dmitri to come, and there in the passage, in

the corner by the door, I stepped on the box. I saw it lying

there wrapped up in paper. I took off the paper, saw some little

hooks, undid them, and in the box were the ear-rings....'"

"Behind the door? Lying behind the door? Behind the door?"

Raskolnikov cried suddenly, staring with a blank look of terror

at Razumihin, and he slowly sat up on the sofa, leaning on his

hand.

"Yes... why? What's the matter? What's wrong?" Razumihin, too,

got up from his seat.

"Nothing," Raskolnikov answered faintly, turning to the wall. All

were silent for a while.

"He must have waked from a dream," Razumihin said at last,

looking inquiringly at Zossimov. The latter slightly shook his

head.