it were
set free.
So they
walked for
about a
hundred
paces,
side by
side in
silence.
The man
did not
look at
him. “What
do you
mean …
what is. …
Who is a
murderer?”
muttered
Raskolnikov
hardly
audibly.
“You are a
murderer,”
the man
answered
still more
articulately
and
emphatically,
with a
smile of
triumphant
hatred,
and again
he looked
straight
into
Raskolnikov’s
pale face
and
stricken
eyes. They
had just
reached
the
cross-roads.
The man
turned to










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