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- 234 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
too. And . . . was it long ago? I mean, was it long since you were
there?"
"What a simple-hearted fool he is!"
"When was it?" Raskolnikov stopped still to recollect. "Two
or three days before her death it must have been. But I am not
going to redeem the things now," he put in with a sort of hur-
ried and conspicuous solicitude about the things. "I've not more
^han a silver rouble left . . . after last night's accursed de-
lirium!"
He laid special emphasis on the delirium.
"Yes, yes," Razumihin hastened to agree — with what was
not clear. "Then that's why you . . . were struck . . . partly . . .
you know in your delirium you were continually mentioning
some rings or chains! Yes, yes . . . that's clear, it's all clear now."
"Hullo! How that idea must have got about among them.
Here this man will go to the stake for me, and I find him de-
lighted athaving it cleared up why I spoke of rings in my
delirium! What a hold the idea must have on all of them!"
"Shall we find him?" he asked suddenly.
"Oh, yes," Razumihin answered quickly. "He is a nice fellow,
you will see, brother. Rather clumsy, that is to say, he is a
man of polished manners, but I mean clumsy in a different
sense. He is an intelligent fellow, very much so indeed, but he
has his own range of ideas. . . . He is incredulous, sceptical,
cynical ... he likes to impose on people, or rather to make fun
of them. His is the old, circumstantial method. . . . But he
understands his work . . . thoroughly. . . . Last year he cleared
up a case of murder in which the police had hardly a clue. He ii
very, very anxious to make your acquaintance."
"On what grounds is he so anxious?"
"Oh, it's not exactly . . . you see, since you've been ill I hap-
pen to have mentioned you several times. ... So, when he heard
about you . . . about your being a law student and not able to
finish your studies, he said, 'What a pity!' And so I con-
cluded. . . from everything together, not only that; yesterday,
Zametov . . . you know, Rodya, I talked some nonsense on the
way home to you yesterday, when I was drunk ... I am afraid,
brother, of your exaggerating it, you see."
"What? That they think I am a madman? Maybe they are
right," he said with a constrained smile.
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