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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 12J
You see that they are a bit worn, but they'll last a couple of
months, for it's foreign work and foreign leather; the secretary
of the English Embassy sold them last week — he had only worn
them six days, but he was very short of cash. Price — a rouble
and a half. A bargain?"
"But perhaps they won't fit," observed Nastasya.
"Not fit? Just look!" and he pulled out of his pocket Ras-
kolnikov's old, broken boot, stiffly coated with dry mud. "I
did not go empty-handed — they took the size from this mon-
ster. We all did our best. And as to your linen, your landlady
has seen to that. Here, to begin with are three shirts, hempen
but with a fashionable front. . . . Well now then, eighty co-
pecks the cap, two roubles twenty-five copecks the suit —
together three roubles five copecks — a rouble and a half for
the boots — for, you see, they are very good — and that makes
four roubles fifty-five copecks; five roubles for the under-
clothes— they were bought in the lot — which makes exactly
nine roubles fifty-five copecks. Forty-five copecks change in
coppers. Will you take it? And so, Rodya, you are set up with
a complete new rig-out, for your overcoat will serve, and even
has a style of its own. That comes from getting one's clothes
from Sharmer's! As for your socks and other things, I leave
them to you; we've twenty-five roubles left. And as for
Pashenka and paying for your lodging, don't you worry. I tell
you she'll trust you for anything. And now, brother, let me
change your linen, for I daresay you will throw off your illness
with your shirt."
"Let me be! I don't want to!" Raskolnikov waved him off.
He had listened with disgust to Razumihin's efforts to be play-
ful about his purchases.
"Come, brother, don't tell me I've been trudging around for
nothing," Razumihin insisted. "Nastasya, don't be bashful, but
help me — that's it," and in spite of Raskolnikov's resistance
he changed his linen. The latter sank back on the pillows and
for a minute or two said nothing.
"It will be long before I get rid of them," he thought.
"What money was all that bought with?" he asked at lastj
gazing at the wall.
"Money? Why, your own, what the messenger brought from
Vahrushin, your mother sent it. Have you forgotten that, too?"
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