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“
Lizaveta
,
”
murmured
Raskolnikov
hardly
audibly
.
“
Lizaveta
,
who
sold
old
clothes
.
Didn
’
t
you
know
her
?
She
used
to
come
here
.
She
mended
a
shirt
for
you
,
too
.
”
Raskolnikov
turned
to
the
wall
where
in
the
dirty
,
yellow
paper
he
picked
out
one
clumsy
,
white
flower
with
brown
lines
on
it
and
began
examining
how
many
petals
there
were
in
it
,
how
many
scallops
in
the
petals
and
how
many
lines
on
them
.
He
felt
his
arms
and
legs
as
lifeless
as
though
they
had
been
cut
off
.
He
did
not
attempt
to
move
,
but
stared
obstinately
at
the
flower
.
“
But
what
about
the
painter
?
”
Zossimov
interrupted
Nastasya
’
s
chatter
with
marked
displeasure
.
She
sighed
and
was
silent
.
“
Why
,
he
was
accused
of
the
murder
,
”
Razumihin
went
on
hotly
.
“
Was
there
evidence
against
him
then
?
”
“
Evidence
,
indeed
!
Evidence
that
was
no
evidence
,
and
that
’
s
what
we
have
to
prove
.
It
was
just
as
they
pitched
on
those
fellows
,
Koch
and
Pestryakov
,
at
first
.
Foo
!
how
stupidly
it
’
s
all
done
,
it
makes
one
sick
,
though
it
’
s
not
one
’
s
business
!
Pestryakov
may
be
coming
to
-
night
.
.
.
.
By
the
way
,
Rodya
,
you
’
ve
heard
about
the
business
already
;
it
happened
before
you
were
ill
,
the
day
before
you
fainted
at
the
police
office
while
they
were
talking
about
it
.
”
Zossimov
looked
curiously
at
Raskolnikov
.
He
did
not
stir
.
“
But
I
say
,
Razumihin
,
I
wonder
at
you
.
What
a
busybody
you
are
!
”
Zossimov
observed
.
