Raskolnikov looked wrathfully at him.
"Own up that you believed it, yes, you did ?" "Not a bit of it, I believe it less than ever now," Zametov cried hastily.
"I've caught my cock-sparrow! So you did believe it before, if now you believe less than ever ?" "Not at all," cried Zametov, obviously embarrassed.

"Have you been frightening me so as to lead up to this ?" "You don't believe it then?
What were you talking about behind my back when I went out of the police-office?
And why did the explosive lieutenant question me after I fainted?
Hey, there," he shouted to the waiter, getting up and taking his cap, "how much ?" "Thirty copecks," the latter replied, running up.
"And there is twenty copecks for vodka.

See what a lot of money!" he held out his shaking hand to Zametov with notes in it.

"Red notes and blue, twenty-five roubles.

Where did I get them?
And where did my new clothes come from?
You know I had not a copeck.