“Why do you⁠ ⁠… come and ask for me⁠ ⁠… and say nothing.⁠ ⁠… What’s the meaning of it?”

Raskolnikov’s voice broke and he seemed unable to articulate the words clearly.

The man raised his eyes this time and turned a gloomy sinister look at Raskolnikov.

“Murderer!” he said suddenly in a quiet but clear and distinct voice.

Raskolnikov went on walking beside him. His legs felt suddenly weak, a cold shiver ran down his spine, and his heart seemed to stand still for a moment, then suddenly began throbbing as though it were set free. So they walked for about a hundred paces, side by side in silence.

The man did not look at him.

“What do you mean⁠ ⁠… what is.⁠ ⁠… Who is a murderer?” muttered Raskolnikov hardly audibly.