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examining the papers? "
"Yes. "
"There's a whole lot about the fires. "
"No, My business is not reading about the particular fires. " Here he looked mysteriously at Zametov; his lips were twisted again from a mocking smile. "No, My business is not reading about the particular fires, " he proceeded, winking at Zametov. "But concede now, my dear other, you're awfully anxious to recognise what I am examining about? "
"I am not within the least. Mayn't I request a question? Why does one keep on...? "
"Listen, you are a man of customs and education? "
"I was in the sixth class with the gymnasium, " said Zametov together with some dignity.
"Sixth elegance! Ah, my cock-sparrow! In your parting and your rings-- you are a gentleman of fortune. Foo! what a heart warming boy! " Here Raskolnikov broke suitable nervous laugh right throughout Zametov's face. The other drew back, more impressed than offended.
"Foo! how strange you are! " Zametov repeated very seriously. "I can't help thinking you are still delirious. "
"I are delirious? You are fibbing, my own cock-sparrow! So I are strange? You find my family curious, do you? "
"Yes, questioning. "
"Shall I explain what I was examining about, what I was trying to find? See what a lot of papers I've made these people bring me. Suspicious, eh? "
"Well, what could it be? "
"You prick upward your ears? "
"How does one mean--'prick up my ears'? "
"I'll make clear that afterwards, but today, my boy, I declare back... no, better 'I confess'... Simply no, that's not right often; 'I make a deposition and you also take it. ' I depose which i was reading, that I became looking and searching.... " he screwed up his eye and paused. "I was searching--and came here purposely to do it--for news of the murder of the old pawnbroker woman, " he articulated at last, almost in a whisper, bringing his face exceedingly near to the face of Zametov. Zametov seen him steadily, without changing or drawing his confront away. What struck Zametov afterwards as the strangest part of all of it was that silence followed for exactly per minute, and that they gazed at one another whilst.
"What if you have been reading about it? " he cried at last, perplexed and impatient. "That's simply no business of mine! What exactly of it? "
"The identical old woman, " Raskolnikov proceeded in the same whisper, not heeding Zametov's explanation, "about whom you were talking within the police-office, you remember, after i fainted. Well, do you realize now? "
"What does one mean? Understand... what? " Zametov delivered out, almost alarmed.
Raskolnikov's established and earnest face was suddenly transformed, and he suddenly went off into your same nervous laugh seeing that before, as though utterly struggling to restrain himself. And in a single flash he recalled together with extraordinary vividness of sensation a minute in the recent recent, that moment when he stood considering the axe behind the door, while the latch trembled and the men outside swore and also shook it, and he had a sudden want to shout at them, for you to swear at them, to place out his tongue with them, to mock these people, to laugh, and giggle, and laugh!
"You are generally either mad, or... " begun Zametov, and he pennyless off, as though stunned through the idea that had instantly flashed into his head.
"Or? Or what? What exactly? Come, tell me! "
"Nothing, " explained Zametov, getting angry, "it's most of nonsense! "
Both have been silent. After his quick fit of laughter Raskolnikov turned suddenly thoughtful and melancholy. He put his elbow for the table and leaned his head on his hand. He seemed to have completely forgotten Zametov. The silence lasted long.
"Why don't you take your tea? It's becoming cold, " said Zametov.
"What! Their tea? Oh, yes.... " Raskolnikov sipped the particular glass, put a morsel regarding bread in his oral cavity and, suddenly looking with Zametov, seemed to keep in mind everything and pulled him self together. At the identical moment his face resumed its original mocking time period. He went on having tea.
"There have been lots of of these crimes these days, " said Zametov. "Only sufferer I read in the /Moscow News/ which a whole gang of false coiners have been caught in Moscow. It turned out a regular society. They employed to forge tickets! "
"Oh, but it was quite a long time ago! I read over it a month ago, " Raskolnikov answered calmly. "So you look at them criminals? " he added, smiling.
"Of course these are criminals. "
"They? These are children, simpletons, not identity thieves! Why, half a hundred individuals meeting for such an object--what an idea! Three would be so many, and then they aim for more faith in the two of you than in themselves! You've got only to blab in his cups and it also all collapses. Simpletons! They engaged untrustworthy individuals to change the notes-- what a thing to trust with a casual stranger! Well, let's suppose that these simpletons be successful and each makes a new million, and what follows with the rest of their existence? Each is dependent for the others for the sleep of his life! Better hang oneself right away! And they did not learn how to change the notes often; the man who improved the notes took personal training thousand roubles, and the hands trembled. He counted the best four thousand, but did not rely the fifth thousand--he was in this hurry to get the amount of money into his pocket and run away. Of course he roused feeling. And the whole thing came with a crash through one scam! Is it possible? "
"That the hands trembled? " seen Zametov, "yes, that's pretty possible. That, I sense quite sure, is achievable. Sometimes one can't sta.