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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 25)'
of discussion, confused and excited by the very fact that they
were for the first time speaking openly about it.
"Don't
beheve
it,
then!"
answered Raskolnikov,
with
a
cold,
careless
smile.
"You
were
noticing
nothing
as
usual,
but
I
was
weighing
every
word."
"You are suspicious. That is why you weighed their words
. . . h'm . . . certainly, I agree, Porfiry's tone was rather strange,
and still more that wretch Zametov! . . . You are right, there
was something about him — but why? Why?"
"He has changed his mind since last night."
"Quite the contrary! If they had that brainless idea, they
would do their utmost to hide it, and conceal their cards, so as
to catch you afterwards. . . . But it was all impudent and
careless."
"If they had had facts — ^I mean, real facts — or at least
grounds for suspicion, then they would certainly have tried
to hide their game, in the hope of getting more (they would
have made a search long ago besides) . But they have no facts,
not one. It is all mirage — all ambiguous. Simply a floating idea.
So they try to throw me out by impudence. And perhaps, he
was irritated at having no facts, and blurted it out in his vexa-
tion— or perhaps he has some plan ... he seems an intelligent
man. Perhaps he wanted to frighten me by pretending to know.
They have a psychology of their own, brother. But it is loath-
some explaining it all. Stop!"
"And it's insulting, insulting! I understand you. But . . . since
we have spoken openly now (and it is an excellent thing that
we have at last — I am glad) I will own now frankly that I
noticed it in them long ago, this idea. Of course the merest
hint only — an insinuation — but why. an insinuation even? How
dare they? What foundation have they? If only you knew how
furious I have been. Think only! Simply because a poor student,
unhinged by poverty and hypochondria, on the eve of a severe
delirious illness (note that), suspicious, vain, proud, who has
not seen a soul to speak to for six months, in rags and in boots
without soles, has to face some wretched policemen and put up
with their insolence; and the unexpected debt thrust under his
nose, the i.o.u. presented by Tchebarov, the new paint, thirty
degrees Reaumur and a stifling atmosphere, a crowd of people,
the talk about the murder oi a person where he had been just
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