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- 444 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
'"Oh, don't talk of them; there have been no more in Peters-
burg, confound them!" he cried with an air of irritation. "Let's
lather talk of that . . . though . . . H'm! I have not much
time, and can't stay long with you, it's a pity! I should have
found plenty to tell you."
"What's your engagement, a woman?"
"Yes, a woman, a casual incident. . . . No, that's not what I
want to talk of."
"And the hideousness, the filthiness of all your surroundings,
doesn't that a£Fect you? Have you lost the strength to stop
yourself?"
"And do you pretend to strength, too? He-he-he! You
surprised me just now, Rodion Romanovitch, though I knew
beforehand it would be so. You preach to me about vice and
aesthetics! You — a Schiller, you — an idealist! Of course that's
all as it should be and it would be surprising if it were not so, yet
it is strange in reality. . . . Ah, what a pity I have no time, for
you're a most interesting type! And by-the-way, are you fond
of Schiller? I am awfully fond of him."
"But what a braggart you are," Raskolnikov said with some
disgust.
"Upon my word, I am not," answered Svidrigailov laughing.
■'However, I won't dispute it, let me be a braggart, why not
brag, if it hurts no one? I spent seven years in the country with
Marf a Petrovna, so now when I come across an intelligent person
like you — intelligent and highly interesting — I am simply glad
to talk and, besides, I've drunk that half-glass of champagne and
it's gone to my head a little. And besides, there's a certain fact
that has wound me up tremendously, but about that I . . . will
keep quiet. Where are you off to?" he asked in alarm.
Raskolnikov had begvm getting up. He felt oppressed and
stifled and, as it were, ill at ease at having come here. He felt
convinced that Svidrigailov was the most worthless scoundrel
on the face of the earth.
"A-ach! Sit down, stay a little!" Svidrigailov begged. "Let
them bring you some tea, anyway. Stay a little, I won't talk
nonsense, about myself, I mean. I'll tell you something. If you
like I'll tell you how a woman tried 'to save' me, as you would
call it? It will be an answer to your first question indeed, for the
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