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- 120 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
hxm and turned to the wall without uttering a word. Even
Razumihin felt a twinge.
"I see, brother," he said a moment later, "that I have been
playing the fool again. I thought I should amuse you with my
chatter, and I believe I have only made you cross."
"Was it you I did not recognise when I was delirious?"
Raskolnikov asked, after a moment's pause without turninghis head.
"Yes, and you flew into a rage about it, especially when I
brought Zametov one day."
"Zametov? The head clerk? What for?" Raskolnikov tvurned
round quickly and fixed his eyes on Razumihin.
"What's the matter with you? . . . What are you upset
about? He wanted to make your acquaintance because I talked
to him a lot about you. . . . How could I have found out so
much except from him? He is a capital fellow, brother, first-
rate ... in his own way, of course. Now we are friends — see
each other almost every day. I have moved into this part, you
know. I have only just moved. I've been with him to Luise
Ivanovna once or twice. . . . Do you remember Luise, Luise
Ivanovna?"
"Did I say anything in delirium?"
"I should think so! You were beside yourself."
"What did I rave about?"
"What next? What did you rave about? What people do
ifave about. . . . Well, brother, now I must not lose time. To
work." He got up from the table and took up his cap.
"What did I rave about?"
"How he keeps on! Are you afraid of having let out some
secret? Don't worry yourself; you said nothing about a count-
ess. But you said a lot about a bulldog, and about ear-rings and
chains, and about Krestovsky Island, and some porter, and
Nikodim Fomitch and Ilya Petrovitch, the assistant superin-
tendent. And another thing that was of sp>ecial interest to you
was your own sock. You whined, 'Give me my sock.' Zametov
hunted all about your room for your socks, and with his own
scented, ring-bedecked fingers he gave you the rag. And only
then were you comforted, and for the next twenty-four hours
you held the wretched thing in your hand; we could not
get it from you. It is most likely somewhere under your quilt
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