away in
the
direction
of his
lodging.
At last,
gritting
his teeth
and
clenching
his fist,
he swore
he would
squeeze
Porfiry
like a
lemon that
very day,
and went
up the
stairs to
reassure
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna,
who was by
now
alarmed at
their long
absence.
When
Raskolnikov
got home,
his hair
was soaked
with sweat
and he was
breathing
heavily.
He went
rapidly up
the
stairs,
walked
into his
unlocked
room and
at once
fastened
the latch.
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