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“
Sixth
class
!
Ah
,
my
cock
-
sparrow
!
With
your
parting
and
your
rings
—
you
are
a
gentleman
of
fortune
.
Foo
!
what
a
charming
boy
!
”
Here
Raskolnikov
broke
into
a
nervous
laugh
right
in
Zametov
’
s
face
.
The
latter
drew
back
,
more
amazed
than
offended
.
“
Foo
!
how
strange
you
are
!
”
Zametov
repeated
very
seriously
.
“
I
can
’
t
help
thinking
you
are
still
delirious
.
”
“
I
am
delirious
?
You
are
fibbing
,
my
cock
-
sparrow
!
So
I
am
strange
?
You
find
me
curious
,
do
you
?
”
“
Yes
,
curious
.
”
“
Shall
I
tell
you
what
I
was
reading
about
,
what
I
was
looking
for
?
See
what
a
lot
of
papers
I
’
ve
made
them
bring
me
.
Suspicious
,
eh
?
”
“
Well
,
what
is
it
?
”
“
You
prick
up
your
ears
?
”
“
How
do
you
mean
—
‘
prick
up
my
ears
’
?
”
“
I
’
ll
explain
that
afterwards
,
but
now
,
my
boy
,
I
declare
to
you
.
.
.
no
,
better
‘
I
confess
’
.
.
.
No
,
that
’
s
not
right
either
;
‘
I
make
a
deposition
and
you
take
it
.
’
I
depose
that
I
was
reading
,
that
I
was
looking
and
searching
.
.
.
.
”
he
screwed
up
his
eyes
and
paused
.
“
I
was
searching
—
and
came
here
on
purpose
to
do
it
—
for
news
of
the
murder
of
the
old
pawnbroker
woman
,
”
he
articulated
at
last
,
almost
in
a
whisper
,
bringing
his
face
exceedingly
close
to
the
face
of
Zametov
.
Zametov
looked
at
him
steadily
,
without
moving
or
drawing
his
face
away
.
What
struck
Zametov
afterwards
as
the
strangest
part
of
it
all
was
that
silence
followed
for
exactly
a
minute
,
and
that
they
gazed
at
one
another
all
the
while
.
