to a level
with him,
he looked
at his
face. The
man
noticed
him at
once,
looked at
him
quickly,
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. …
