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“
What
if
you
have
been
reading
about
it
?
”
he
cried
at
last
,
perplexed
and
impatient
.
“
That
’
s
no
business
of
mine
!
What
of
it
?
”
“
The
same
old
woman
,
”
Raskolnikov
went
on
in
the
same
whisper
,
not
heeding
Zametov
’
s
explanation
,
“
about
whom
you
were
talking
in
the
police
-
office
,
you
remember
,
when
I
fainted
.
Well
,
do
you
understand
now
?
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
Understand
.
.
.
what
?
”
Zametov
brought
out
,
almost
alarmed
.
Raskolnikov
’
s
set
and
earnest
face
was
suddenly
transformed
,
and
he
suddenly
went
off
into
the
same
nervous
laugh
as
before
,
as
though
utterly
unable
to
restrain
himself
.
And
in
one
flash
he
recalled
with
extraordinary
vividness
of
sensation
a
moment
in
the
recent
past
,
that
moment
when
he
stood
with
the
axe
behind
the
door
,
while
the
latch
trembled
and
the
men
outside
swore
and
shook
it
,
and
he
had
a
sudden
desire
to
shout
at
them
,
to
swear
at
them
,
to
put
out
his
tongue
at
them
,
to
mock
them
,
to
laugh
,
and
laugh
,
and
laugh
!
“
You
are
either
mad
,
or
.
.
.
”
began
Zametov
,
and
he
broke
off
,
as
though
stunned
by
the
idea
that
had
suddenly
flashed
into
his
mind
.
“
Or
?
Or
what
?
What
?
Come
,
tell
me
!
”
“
Nothing
,
”
said
Zametov
,
getting
angry
,
“
it
’
s
all
nonsense
!
”
Both
were
silent
.
After
his
sudden
fit
of
laughter
Raskolnikov
became
suddenly
thoughtful
and
melancholy
.
He
put
his
elbow
on
the
table
and
leaned
his
head
on
his
hand
.
He
seemed
to
have
completely
forgotten
Zametov
.
The
silence
lasted
for
some
time
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
drink
your
tea
?
It
’
s
getting
cold
,
”
said
Zametov
.
