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- 442 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
new. Isn't that so? Isn't that so?" persisted Svidrigailov with
a sly smile, "Well, can't you fancy then that I, too, on my way
here in the train was reckoning on you, on your telling me some-
thing new, and on my making some profit out of you! You see
what rich men we are!"
"What profit could you make?"
"How can I tell you? How do I know? You see in what a
tavern I spend all my time and it's my enjoyment, that's to say
it's no great enjoyment, but one must sit somewhere; that poor
Katia now — you saw her? ... If only I had been a glutton now,
a club gourmand, but you see I can eat this."
He pointed to a little table in the corner where the remnants
of a terrible looking beef-steak and potatoes lay on a tin dish.
"Have you dined, by the way? I've had something and want
nothing more. I don't drink, for instance, at all. Except for
champagne I never touch anything, and not more than a glass
of that all the evening, and even that is enough to make my
head ache. I ordered it just now to wind myself up, for I am
just going off somewhere and you see me in a peculiar state of
mind. That was why I hid myself just now like a schoolboy,
for I was afraid you would hinder me. But I believe," he pulled
out his watch, "I can spend an hour with you. It's half-past four
now. If only I'd been something, a landowner, a father, a
cavalry oflScer, a photographer, a journalist ... I am nothing, no
specialty, and sometimes I am positively bored. I really thought
you would tell me something new."
"But what are you, and why have you come here?"
"What am I? You know, a gentleman, I served for two years
in the cavalry, then I knocked about here in Petersburg, then
I married Marfa Petrovna and lived in the country. There you
have my biography!"
"You are a gambler, I believe?"
"No, a poor sort of gambler. A cird-sharper — not a gambler."
"You have been a card-sharper then?"
**Yes, I've been a card-sharper too."
"Didn't you get thrashed sometimes?"
"It did happen. Why?"
"Why, you might have challenged them . . . altogether it
must have been lively."
"I won't contradict you and besides I am no hand at phi-
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