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He placed his face closer, if possible, to that of Zametoff, his lips moving as if he wished to speak, but no words escaped them several moments elapsed Raskolnikoff knew what he was doing, but felt utterly unable to control himself, that strange impulse was upon him as when he stood at the bolted door, to come forth and let all be known.
"She is the same woman," continued Raskolnikoff, still in a whisper, and taking no notice of Zametoff's remark, "the very same woman you were talking about when I swooned in your office. You recollect you surely recollect?" "Recollect what?" said Zametoff, almost alarmed.
"There you are, and twenty for yourself. Look, what a lot of money!" turning to Zametoff and thrusting forth his shaking hand filled with the twenty-five rubles, red and blue notes. "Whence comes all this? Where did I obtain these new clothes from? You know I had none. You have asked the landlady, I suppose? Well, no matter! Enough! Adieu, most affectionately."
Razoumikhin on that occasion ah! the stone, the stone, you will remember, under which the stolen things are hidden? I fancy I can see it from here; it is somewhere in a kitchen garden it was a kitchen garden you mentioned to Zametoff, was it not? And then, when your article was broached, we fancied we discovered a latent thought beneath every word you uttered.
"You think so? Then lay your hand upon him," said he, maliciously delighted to tease him. "Never fear but we shall!" "You? Go to, you know nothing about it. All you think of inquiring is whether a man is flinging money about; he is then, ergo he is guilty." "That is exactly what they do," replied Zametoff, "they murder, risk their lives, and then rush to the public house and are caught.
He went out, shaking from some savage hysterical emotion, a mixture of delight, gloom, and weariness. His face was drawn as if he had just recovered from a fit; and, as his agitation of mind increased, so did his weakness. Meanwhile, Zametoff remained in the restaurant where Raskolnikoff had left him, deeply buried in thought, considering the different points Raskolnikoff had placed before him.
Their lavishness betrays them. You see they are not all so crafty as you are. You would not run there, I suppose?" Raskolnikoff frowned and looked steadily at Zametoff. "You seem anxious to know how I should act," he said with some displeasure. "I should very much like to know," replied Zametoff in a serious tone. He seemed, indeed, very anxious. "Very much?" "Very much." "Good.
He placed his face closer, if possible, to that of Zametoff, his lips moving as if he wished to speak, but no words escaped them several moments elapsed Raskolnikoff knew what he was doing, but felt utterly unable to control himself, that strange impulse was upon him as when he stood at the bolted door, to come forth and let all be known.
You are a cultivated man a literary man, are you not?" "I was in the sixth class at college," Zametoff answered, with a certain amount of dignity. "The sixth! Oh, my fine fellow! With rings and a chain a rich man! You are a dear boy," and Raskolnikoff gave a short, nervous laugh, right in the face of Zametoff.
Their lavishness betrays them. You see they are not all so crafty as you are. You would not run there, I suppose?" Raskolnikoff frowned and looked steadily at Zametoff. "You seem anxious to know how I should act," he said with some displeasure. "I should very much like to know," replied Zametoff in a serious tone. He seemed, indeed, very anxious. "Very much?" "Very much." "Good.
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