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- 152 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Yes, sir, here's to-day's. No vodka?"
The old newspapers and the tea were brought. Raskolnikov
sat down and began to look through them.
"Oh, damn . . . these are the items of intelligence. An acci-
dent on a staircase, spontaneous combustion of a shopkeeper
from alcohol, a fire in Peski ... a fire in the Petersburg quarter
. . . another fire in the Petersburg quarter . . . and another fire
in the Petersburg quarter. . . . Ah, here it is!" He found at last
what he was seeking and began to read it. The lines danced
before his eyes, but he read it all and began eagerly seeking later
additions in the following numbers. His hands shook with ner-
vous impatience as he turned the sheets. Suddenly some one sat
down beside him at his table. He looked up, it was the head
clerk Zametov, looking just the same, with the rings on his
fingers and the watch-chain, with the curly, black hair, parted
and pomaded, with the smart waistcoat, rather shabby coat and
doubtful linen. He was in a good humour, 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
he'd known him all his life. "Why, Razumihin told me only
yesterday you were unconscious. How strange! And do you
know I've 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. "I've heard it. You looked
for my sock. . . . And you know Razumihin has lost his heart
to you? He says you've been with him to Luise Ivanovna's, you
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 imderstand — it was quite
clear, wasn't 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. Who's been pouring champagne into
vou just now?"
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