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“
You
seem
to
enjoy
the
subject
and
would
like
to
know
how
I
should
behave
in
that
case
,
too
?
”
he
asked
with
displeasure
.
“
I
should
like
to
,
”
Zametov
answered
firmly
and
seriously
.
Somewhat
too
much
earnestness
began
to
appear
in
his
words
and
looks
.
“
Very
much
?
”
“
Very
much
!
”
“
All
right
then
.
This
is
how
I
should
behave
,
”
Raskolnikov
began
,
again
bringing
his
face
close
to
Zametov
’
s
,
again
staring
at
him
and
speaking
in
a
whisper
,
so
that
the
latter
positively
shuddered
.
“
This
is
what
I
should
have
done
.
I
should
have
taken
the
money
and
jewels
,
I
should
have
walked
out
of
there
and
have
gone
straight
to
some
deserted
place
with
fences
round
it
and
scarcely
anyone
to
be
seen
,
some
kitchen
garden
or
place
of
that
sort
.
I
should
have
looked
out
beforehand
some
stone
weighing
a
hundredweight
or
more
which
had
been
lying
in
the
corner
from
the
time
the
house
was
built
.
I
would
lift
that
stone
—
there
would
sure
to
be
a
hollow
under
it
,
and
I
would
put
the
jewels
and
money
in
that
hole
.
Then
I
’
d
roll
the
stone
back
so
that
it
would
look
as
before
,
would
press
it
down
with
my
foot
and
walk
away
.
And
for
a
year
or
two
,
three
maybe
,
I
would
not
touch
it
.
And
,
well
,
they
could
search
!
There
’
d
be
no
trace
.
”
“
You
are
a
madman
,
”
said
Zametov
,
and
for
some
reason
he
too
spoke
in
a
whisper
,
and
moved
away
from
Raskolnikov
,
whose
eyes
were
glittering
.
He
had
turned
fearfully
pale
and
his
upper
lip
was
twitching
and
quivering
.
He
bent
down
as
close
as
possible
to
Zametov
,
and
his
lips
began
to
move
without
uttering
a
word
.
This
lasted
for
half
a
minute
;
he
knew
what
he
was
doing
,
but
could
not
restrain
himself
.
The
terrible
word
trembled
on
his
lips
,
like
the
latch
on
that
door
;
in
another
moment
it
will
break
out
,
in
another
moment
he
will
let
it
go
,
he
will
speak
out
.
“
And
what
if
it
was
I
who
murdered
the
old
woman
and
Lizaveta
?
”
he
said
suddenly
and
—
realised
what
he
had
done
.
Zametov
looked
wildly
at
him
and
turned
white
as
the
tablecloth
.
His
face
wore
a
contorted
smile
.
“
But
is
it
possible
?
”
he
brought
out
faintly
.
Raskolnikov
looked
wrathfully
at
him
.
