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- 154 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"How do you mean — ^prick up my ears?"
"I'll
explain
that
afterwards, but
now,
my
boy,
I
declare
ro
you
. .
.
no, better
'I
confess'
. .
.
No,
that's
not
right
either;
'I
make
a
deposition
and
you
take
it.'
I
depose
that
I
was
read-
ing, that
I
was
looking and
searching.
..."
he
screwed
up
his
eyes
and paused.
"I
was searching
—
and
came
here on
purpose
to
do
it
—
for
news
of
the
murder
of
the old
pawnbroker
woman,"
he articulated
at
last,
almost
in
a
whisper, bringing
his
face
exceedingly
close to
the face
of
Zametov. Zametov
looked
at
him
steadily,
without
moving
or
drawing
his face
away.
What
struck
Zametov. afterwards
as
the
strangest
part
of
it all
was
that
silence
followed
for
exactly
a
minute,
and
that
they
gazed
at
one
another
all
the while.
"What if you have been reading about it?" he cried at last,
perplexed and impatient. "That's no business of mine! What
of it?"
"The same old woman," Raskolnikov went on in the same
whisper, not heeding Zametov's explanation, "about whom you
were talking in the police office, you remember, when I fainted.
Well, do you understand now?"
"What do you mean? Understand . . . what?" Zametov
brought out, almost alarmed.
Raskolnikov's set and earnest face was suddenly transformed,
and he suddenly went oflf into the same nervous laugh as before,
as though utterly unable to restrain himself. And in one flash
he recalled with extraordinary vividness of sensation a moment
in the recent past, that moment when he stood with the axe
behind the door, while the latch trembled and the men outside
swore and shook it, and he had a sudden desire to shout at them,
to swear at them, to put out his tongue at them, to mock them,
to laugh, and laugh, and laugh!
"You are either mad, or ... " began Zametov, and he broke
oflf, as though stunned by the idea that had suddenly flashed
into his mind.
"Or? Or what? What? Come, tell me!"
"Nothing," said Zametov, getting angry, "it's all nonsense!"
Both were silent. After his sudden fit of laughter Raskolnikov
became suddenly thoughtful and melancholy. He put his elbow
on the table and leaned his head on his hand. He seemed to
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