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And as he said this Porfiry Petrovitch screwed up his eyes and

winked; a good-humoured, crafty look passed over his face. The

wrinkles on his forehead were smoothed out, his eyes contracted,

his features broadened and he suddenly went off into a nervous

prolonged laugh, shaking all over and looking Raskolnikov

straight in the face. The latter forced himself to laugh, too,

but when Porfiry, seeing that he was laughing, broke into such a

guffaw that he turned almost crimson, Raskolnikov's repulsion

overcame all precaution; he left off laughing, scowled and stared

with hatred at Porfiry, keeping his eyes fixed on him while his

intentionally prolonged laughter lasted. There was lack of

precaution on both sides, however, for Porfiry Petrovitch seemed

to be laughing in his visitor's face and to be very little

disturbed at the annoyance with which the visitor received it.