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"Who came?" Raskolnikov interrupted, instantly beginning to

recollect.

"I did, I've wronged you."

"Then you come from that house?"

"I was standing at the gate with them... don't you remember? We

have carried on our trade in that house for years past. We cure

and prepare hides, we take work home... most of all I was

vexed...."

And the whole scene of the day before yesterday in the gateway

came clearly before Raskolnikov's mind; he recollected that there

had been several people there besides the porters, women among

them. He remembered one voice had suggested taking him straight

to the police-station. He could not recall the face of the

speaker, and even now he did not recognise it, but he remembered

that he had turned round and made him some answer....