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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, uggs on sale 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.
“Why do you … come and ask for me … and say nothing. … What’s the meaning of it?”
Raskolnikov’s voice broke and he seemed unable to articulate the words clearly.
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Raskolnikov went on walking beside him. His legs felt suddenly weak, a cold shiver ran down his spine, and his heart seemed to stand still for a moment, then suddenly began throbbing as though it were set free. So they walked for about a hundred paces, side by side in silence.
The man did not look at him.
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“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 the left without looking behind him. Raskolnikov remained standing, gazing after him. He saw him turn round fifty paces away and look back at him still standing there. Raskolnikov could not see clearly, but he fancied that he was again UGGS Clearance smiling the same smile of cold hatred and triumph.
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