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”
“
Why
in
such
haste
?
”
asked
Svidrigaïlov
,
looking
at
him
curiously
.
“
Everyone
has
his
plans
,
”
Raskolnikov
answered
gloomily
and
impatiently
.
“
You
urged
me
yourself
to
frankness
just
now
,
and
at
the
first
question
you
refuse
to
answer
,
”
Svidrigaïlov
observed
with
a
smile
.
“
You
keep
fancying
that
I
have
aims
of
my
own
and
so
you
look
at
me
with
suspicion
.
Of
course
it
’
s
perfectly
natural
in
your
position
.
But
though
I
should
like
to
be
friends
with
you
,
I
shan
’
t
trouble
myself
to
convince
you
of
the
contrary
.
The
game
isn
’
t
worth
the
candle
and
I
wasn
’
t
intending
to
talk
to
you
about
anything
special
.
”
“
What
did
you
want
me
,
for
,
then
?
It
was
you
who
came
hanging
about
me
.
”
“
Why
,
simply
as
an
interesting
subject
for
observation
.
I
liked
the
fantastic
nature
of
your
position
—
that
’
s
what
it
was
!
Besides
you
are
the
brother
of
a
person
who
greatly
interested
me
,
and
from
that
person
I
had
in
the
past
heard
a
very
great
deal
about
you
,
from
which
I
gathered
that
you
had
a
great
influence
over
her
;
isn
’
t
that
enough
?
Ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
Still
I
must
admit
that
your
question
is
rather
complex
,
and
is
difficult
for
me
to
answer
.
Here
,
you
,
for
instance
,
have
come
to
me
not
only
for
a
definite
object
,
but
for
the
sake
of
hearing
something
new
.
Isn
’
t
that
so
?
Isn
’
t
that
so
?
”
persisted
Svidrigaïlov
with
a
sly
smile
.
“
Well
,
can
’
t
you
fancy
then
that
I
,
too
,
on
my
way
here
in
the
train
was
reckoning
on
you
,
on
your
telling
me
something
new
,
and
on
my
making
some
profit
out
of
you
!
You
see
what
rich
men
we
are
!
”
“
What
profit
could
you
make
?
”
“
How
can
I
tell
you
?
How
do
I
know
?
You
see
in
what
a
tavern
I
spend
all
my
time
and
it
’
s
my
enjoyment
,
that
’
s
to
say
it
’
s
no
great
enjoyment
,
but
one
must
sit
somewhere
;
that
poor
Katia
now
—
you
saw
her
?
.
.
.
If
only
I
had
been
a
glutton
now
,
a
club
gourmand
,
but
you
see
I
can
eat
this
.
”
He
pointed
to
a
little
table
in
the
corner
where
the
remnants
of
a
terrible
-
looking
beef
-
steak
and
potatoes
lay
on
a
tin
dish
.
