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What a pig you are! But why are you so shamefaced about it? Romeo! Stay, Ill tell of you to-day. Ha-ha-ha! Ill make mother laugh, and someone else, too Listen, listen, listen, this is serious. What next, you fiend! Razumihin was utterly overwhelmed, turning cold with horror. What will you tell them? Come, brother foo! what a pig you are! You are like a summer rose. And if only you knew how it suits you; a Romeo over six foot high! And how youve washed to-dayyou cleaned your nails, I declare. Eh? Thats something unheard of! Why, I do believe youve got pomatum on your hair! Bend down. Pig! Raskolnikov laughed as though he could not restrain himself. So laughing, they entered Porfiry Petrovitchs flat. This is what Raskolnikov wanted: from within they could be heard laughing as they came in, still guffawing in the passage. Not a word here or Ill brain you! Razumihin whispered furiously, seizing Raskolnikov by the shoulder. |
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