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at least he was smiling very gaily and good-humouredly. His dark face was rather flushed from the champagne he had drunk. What, you here? he began in surprise, speaking as though hed known him all his life. Why, Razumihin told me only yesterday you were unconscious. How strange! And do you know Ive been to see you? Raskolnikov knew he would come up to him. He laid aside the papers and turned to Zametov. There was a smile on his lips, and a new shade of irritable impatience was apparent in that smile. I know you have, he answered. Ive heard it. You looked for my sock. And you know Razumihin has lost his heart to you? He says youve been with him to Luise Ivanovnasyou know, the woman you tried to befriend, for whom you winked to the Explosive Lieutenant and he would not understand. Do you remember? How could he fail to understandit was quite clear, wasnt it? What a hot head he is! The explosive one? No, your friend Razumihin. You must have a jolly life, Mr. Zametov; entrance free to the most agreeable places. Whos been pouring champagne into you just now? Weve just been having a drink together. You talk about pouring it into me! By way of a fee! You profit by everything! Raskolnikov laughed, its all right, my dear boy, he added, slapping Zametov on the shoulder. I am not speaking from temper, but in a friendly way, for sport, as that workman of yours said when he was scuffling with Dmitri, in the case of the old woman. How do you know about it? Perhaps I know more about it than you do. How strange you are. I am sure you are still very unwell. You oughtnt to have come out. Oh, do I seem strange to you? Yes. What are you doing, reading the papers? Yes. Theres a lot about the fires. No, I am not reading about the fires. Here he looked mysteriously at Zametov; his lips were twisted again in a mocking smile. No, I am not reading about the fires, he went on, winking at Zametov. But confess now, my dear fellow, youre awfully anxious to know what I am reading about? I am not in the least. Maynt I ask a question? Why do you keep on ? Listen, you are a man of culture and education? I was in the sixth class at the gymnasium, said Zametov with some dignity. Sixth class! Ah, my cock-sparrow! With your parting and your rings you are a gentleman of fortune. Foo! what a charming boy! Here Raskolnikov broke into a nervous laugh right in Zametovs face. The latter drew back, more amazed than offended. |
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