“I was standing at the gate with them⁠ ⁠… don’t you remember? We have carried on our trade in that house for years past. We cure and prepare hides, we take work home⁠ ⁠… most of all I was vexed.⁠ ⁠…”

And the whole scene of the day before yesterday in the gateway came clearly before Raskolnikov’s mind; he recollected that there had been several people there besides the porters, women among them. He remembered one voice had suggested taking him straight to the police-station. He could not recall the face of the speaker, and even now he did not recognise it, but he remembered that he had turned round and made him some answer.⁠ ⁠…