{"id":"01KFE0EZB95DTMRANKWYM41A6S","cid":"bafkreidqoxinz66gimizkjdxkoevlx3u2mjmrbdogvtcjsoyqzeluguqea","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreid4vq6xhjr3k4mhtevcltcqdrtavert5tdiut2mr3rnbbwcivghtu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0340.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036563-imjinmex3u","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0340.jpg","page_number":340,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":187119,"text":"332 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nsame sly smile, as it were, gloating with enjoyment over Ras-\nkolnikov. \"I invited you to see me quite in a friendly way.\"\n\"I don't want your friendship and I spit on it! Do you hear?\nAnd, here, I take my cap and go. What will you say now if\nyou mean to arrest me?\"\nHe took up his cap and went to the door.\n\"And won't you see my little surprise?\" chuckled Porfiry,\nagain taking him by the arm and stopping him at the door.\nHe seemed to become more playful and good-humoured\nwhich maddened Raskolnikov.\n\"What surprise?\" he asked, standing still and looking at\nPorfiry in alarm.\n\"My little surprise, it's sitting there behind the door, he-he-\nhe! (He pointed to the locked door.) I locked him in that he\nshould not escape.\"\n\"What is it? Where? What? . . .\"\nRaskolnikov walked to the door and would have opened it,\nbut it was locked.\n\"It's locked, here is the key!\"\nAnd he brought a key out of his pocket.\n\"You are lying,\" roared Raskolnikov without restraint, \"you\nlie, you damned punchinello!\" and he rushed at Porfiry who\nretreated to the other door, not at all alarmed.\n\"I understand it all! You are lying and mocking so that I\nmay betray myself to you . . .\"\n\"Why, you could not betray yourself any further, my dear\nRodion Romanovitch. You are in a passion. Don't ishout, I shall\ncall the clerks.\"\n\"You are lying! Call the clerks! You knew I was ill and\ntried to work me into a frenzy to make me betray myself, that\nwas your object! Produce your facts! I understand it all. You've\nno evidence, you have only wretched rubbishy suspicions like\nZametov's! You knew my character, you wanted to drive me to\nfury and then to knock me down with priests and deputies. . . .\nAre you waiting for them? eh! What are you waiting for?\nWhere are they? Produce them?\"\n\"Why deputies, my good man? What things people will\nimagine! And to do so would not be acting in form as you say,\nyou don't know the business, my dear fellow. . . . And there's","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.563Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.273Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.711Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}