indeed..." "I tell you what," cried Raskolnikov, raising himself on his pillow and fixing his piercing, glittering eyes upon him, "I tell you what." "What ?" Luzhin stood still, waiting with a defiant and offended face.
Silence lasted for some seconds.
"Why, if ever again...

you dare to mention a single word...

about my mother...

I shall send you flying downstairs!" "What's the matter with you ?" cried Razumihin.
"So that's how it is ?" Luzhin turned pale and bit his lip.

"Let me tell you, sir," he began deliberately, doing his utmost to restrain himself but breathing hard, "at the first moment I saw you you were ill-disposed to me, but I remained here on purpose to find out more.