I am a little drunk, brother, only, confound him, he has some idea of his own...

I tell you, he's mad on mental diseases.

But don't you mind him..." For half a minute both were silent.
"Listen, Razumihin," began Raskolnikov, "I want to tell you plainly: I've just been at a death-bed, a clerk who died...

I gave them all my money...

and besides I've just been kissed by someone who, if I had killed anyone, would just the same...