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Raskolnikov
knew
he
would
come
up
to
him
.
He
laid
aside
the
papers
and
turned
to
Zametov
.
There
was
a
smile
on
his
lips
,
and
a
new
shade
of
irritable
impatience
was
apparent
in
that
smile
.
“
I
know
you
have
,
”
he
answered
.
“
I
’
ve
heard
it
.
You
looked
for
my
sock
.
.
.
.
And
you
know
Razumihin
has
lost
his
heart
to
you
?
He
says
you
’
ve
been
with
him
to
Luise
Ivanovna
’
s
—
you
know
,
the
woman
you
tried
to
befriend
,
for
whom
you
winked
to
the
Explosive
Lieutenant
and
he
would
not
understand
.
Do
you
remember
?
How
could
he
fail
to
understand
—
it
was
quite
clear
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
“
What
a
hot
head
he
is
!
”
“
The
explosive
one
?
”
“
No
,
your
friend
Razumihin
.
”
“
You
must
have
a
jolly
life
,
Mr
.
Zametov
;
entrance
free
to
the
most
agreeable
places
.
Who
’
s
been
pouring
champagne
into
you
just
now
?
”
“
We
’
ve
just
been
.
.
.
having
a
drink
together
.
.
.
.
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
?
”
