Chapter 5

           Raskolnikovwalkedafterhim.

           “What’sthis?”criedSvidrigaïlovturninground,“IthoughtIsaid...”

           “ItmeansthatIamnotgoingtolosesightofyounow.”

           “What?”

           Bothstoodstillandgazedatoneanother,asthoughmeasuringtheirstrength.

           “Fromallyourhalftipsystories,”Raskolnikovobservedharshly,“Iampositivethatyouhavenotgivenupyourdesignsonmysister,butarepursuingthemmoreactivelythanever.Ihavelearntthatmysisterreceivedaletterthismorning.Youhavehardlybeenabletositstillallthistime....Youmayhaveunearthedawifeontheway,butthatmeansnothing.Ishouldliketomakecertainmyself.”

           Raskolnikovcouldhardlyhavesaidhimselfwhathewantedandofwhathewishedtomakecertain.

           “Uponmyword!I’llcallthepolice!”

           “Callaway!”

           Againtheystoodforaminutefacingeachother.AtlastSvidrigaïlov’sfacechanged.HavingsatisfiedhimselfthatRaskolnikovwasnotfrightenedathisthreat,heassumedamirthfulandfriendlyair.

           “Whatafellow!Ipurposelyrefrainedfromreferringtoyouraffair,thoughIamdevouredbycuriosity.It’safantasticaffair.I’veputitofftillanothertime,butyou’reenoughtorousethedead....Well,letusgo,onlyIwarnyoubeforehandIamonlygoinghomeforamoment,togetsomemoney;thenIshalllockuptheflat,takeacabandgotospendtheeveningattheIslands.Now,nowareyougoingtofollowme?”

           “I’mcomingtoyourlodgings,nottoseeyoubutSofyaSemyonovna,tosayI’msorrynottohavebeenatthefuneral.