It’s
funny.”
The porter
too seemed
rather
puzzled,
but not
much so,
and after
wondering
for a
moment he
turned and
went back
to his
room.
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
