Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment (№ 310004)

These last words, after all the above said and so similar to renunciation, was too unexpected. Raskolnikov trembled as though pierced.
- So... who... killed?.. he asked, unable to stand, panting voice. Porfiry Petrovitch stepped back on the chair, just so so sudden and he was amazed at the question.
- Like who killed?.. - he talked, just not believing my ears, Yes you did, Rodion Romanovitch! You who killed me,? he added almost in a whisper, absolutely convinced voice.