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- 126 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"I remember now," said Raskolnikov after a long, sullen
silence. Razumihin looked at him, frowning and uneasy.
The door opened and a tall, stout man whose appearance
seemed familiar to Raskolnikov came in.
"Zossimov! At last!" cried Razumihin, delighted. .
CHAPTER IV
Zossimov was a tall, fat man with a puffy, colourless, clean-
shaven face and straight flaxen hair. He wore spectacles, and a
big gold ring on his fat finger. He was twenty-seven. He had
on a light grey fashionable loose coat, light summer trousers,
and everything about him loose, fashionable and spick and
span; his linen was irreproachable, his watch-chain was mas-
sive. In manner he was slow and, as it were, nonchalant, and at
the same time studiously free and easy; he made efforts to con-
ceal his self-importance, but it was apparent at every instant.
All his acquaintances found him tedious, but said he was clever
at his work.
"I've been to you twice to-day, brother. You see, he's come
to himself," cried Razvunihin.
"I see, I see; and how do we feel now, eh?" said Zossimov
to Raskolnikov, watching him carefully and, sitting down at
the foot of the sofa, he settled himself as comfortably as he
could.
"He is still depressed," Razumihin went on. "We've just
changed his linen and he almost cried."
"That's very natural; you might have put it off if he did
not wish it. . . . His pulse is first-rate. Is your head still aching,
eh?""I am well, I am perfectly well!" Raskolnikov declared
positively and irritably. He raised himself on the sofa and
looked at them with glittering eyes, but sank back on to the
pillow at once and turned to the wall. Zossimov watched him
intently.
"Very good. . . . Going on all right," he said lazily. "Has
he eaten anything?"
They told him, and asked what he might have.
"He may have anything . . . soup, tea . . . mushrooms and
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