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"Why, he there was asking whether a student lived here, mentioned

your name and whom you lodged with. I saw you coming and pointed

you out and he went away. It's funny."

The porter too seemed rather puzzled, but not much so, and after

wondering for a moment he turned and went back to his room.

Raskolnikov ran after the stranger, and at once caught sight of

him walking along the other side of the street with the same

even, deliberate step with his eyes fixed on the ground, as

though in meditation. He soon overtook him, but for some time

walked behind him. At last, moving on to a level with him, he

looked at his face. The man noticed him at once, looked at him

quickly, but dropped his eyes again; and so they walked for a

minute side by side without uttering a word.

"You were inquiring for me... of the porter?" Raskolnikov said at

last, but in a curiously quiet voice.

The man made no answer; he didn't even look at him. Again they

were both silent.