1 He still stared at him as he said this and again there was a light of intense hatred in his eyes.
2 And suddenly a strange, surprising sensation of a sort of bitter hatred for Sonia passed through his heart.
3 But his sleep had not refreshed him; he waked up bilious, irritable, ill-tempered, and looked with hatred at his room.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER III 4 Raskolnikov could not see clearly, but he fancied that he was again smiling the same smile of cold hatred and triumph.
5 I never had a great hatred for anyone, I never particularly desired to avenge myself even, and that's a bad sign, a bad sign, a bad sign.
6 What he dreaded above all was meeting that man again; he hated him with an intense, unmitigated hatred and was afraid his hatred might betray him.
7 "I will not allow myself to be tortured," he whispered, instantly recognising with hatred that he could not help obeying the command and driven to even greater fury by the thought.
8 A new overwhelming sensation was gaining more and more mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasurable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him, an obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred.
9 Pyotr Petrovitch gazed at him for some seconds with a pale face that worked with anger, then he turned, went out, and rarely has any man carried away in his heart such vindictive hatred as he felt against Raskolnikov.
10 As it were wondering and frightened of this sensation, he raised his head and looked intently at her; but he met her uneasy and painfully anxious eyes fixed on him; there was love in them; his hatred vanished like a phantom.
11 The latter forced himself to laugh, too, but when Porfiry, seeing that he was laughing, broke into such a guffaw that he turned almost crimson, Raskolnikov's repulsion overcame all precaution; he left off laughing, scowled and stared with hatred at Porfiry, keeping his eyes fixed on him while his intentionally prolonged laughter lasted.