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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 153
"We've just been . . . having a drink together. . . . You talk
about pouring it into me!"
"By way of a fee! You profit by everything!" Raskolnikov
laughed, "it's all right, my dear boy," he added, slapping Zame-
tov on the shoulder. "I am not speaking from temper, but in a
friendly way, for sport, as that workman of yours said when he
was scuffling with Dmitri, in the case of the old woman. . . ."
"How do you know about it?"
"Perhaps I know more about it than you do."
"How strange you are. ... I am sure you are still very unwelL
You oughtn't to have come out."
"Oh, do I seem strange to you?"
"Yes. What are you doing, reading the papers?"
"Yes."
"There's a lot about the fires."
"No, I am not reading about the fires." Here he looked
mysteriously at Zametov; his lips were twisted again in a mock-
ing smile. "No, I am not reading about the fires," he went on,
winking at Zametov. "But confess now, my dear fellow, you're
awfully anxious to know what I am reading about?"
"I am not in the least. Mayn't I ask a question? WTiy do you
keep on . . . ?"
"Listen, you are a man of culture and education?"
"I was in the sixth class at the gymnasium," said Zametov
with some dignity.
"Sixth class! Ah, my cocksparrow! With your parting and
your rings — you are a gentleman of fortune. Foo, what a charm-
ing boy!" Here Raskolnikov broke into a nervous laugh right
in Zametov's face. The latter drew back, more amazed than
offended.
"Foo, how strange you are!" Zametov repeated very seriously.
"I can't help thinking you are still delirious."
"I am delirious? You are fibbing, my cocksparrow! So I am
strange? You find me curious, do you?"
"Yes, curioiis."
"Shall I tell you what I was reading about, what I was looking
for? See what a lot of papers I've made them bring me. Suy-
jpicious, eh?"
"Well, what is it?"
"You prick up yovu" ears?"
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