us! Could anyone think of it all in such a desperate hurry? It was all thought out beforehand.”
“Well … well, it was the devil helped you!” Ivan cried again. “No, you are not a fool, you are far cleverer than I thought. …”
He got up, obviously intending to walk across the room. He was in terrible distress.
But as the table blocked his way, and there was hardly room to pass between the table and the wall, he only turned round where he stood and sat down again.
Perhaps the impossibility of moving irritated him, as he suddenly cried out almost as furiously as before.
“Listen, you miserable, contemptible creature! Don’t you understand that if I haven’t killed you, it’s simply because I am keeping you to answer tomorrow at the trial. God sees,” Ivan raised his hand, “perhaps I, too, was guilty; perhaps I really had a secret desire