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 Zametov 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 mocking smile.