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“
.
.
.
So
I
tell
you
this
,
most
respectable
Luise
Ivanovna
,
and
I
tell
it
you
for
the
last
time
,
”
the
assistant
went
on
.
“
If
there
is
a
scandal
in
your
honourable
house
once
again
,
I
will
put
you
yourself
in
the
lock
-
up
,
as
it
is
called
in
polite
society
.
Do
you
hear
?
So
a
literary
man
,
an
author
took
five
roubles
for
his
coat
-
tail
in
an
‘
honourable
house
’
?
A
nice
set
,
these
authors
!
”
And
he
cast
a
contemptuous
glance
at
Raskolnikov
.
“
There
was
a
scandal
the
other
day
in
a
restaurant
,
too
.
An
author
had
eaten
his
dinner
and
would
not
pay
;
‘
I
’
ll
write
a
satire
on
you
,
’
says
he
.
And
there
was
another
of
them
on
a
steamer
last
week
used
the
most
disgraceful
language
to
the
respectable
family
of
a
civil
councillor
,
his
wife
and
daughter
.
And
there
was
one
of
them
turned
out
of
a
confectioner
’
s
shop
the
other
day
.
They
are
like
that
,
authors
,
literary
men
,
students
,
town
-
criers
.
.
.
.
Pfoo
!
You
get
along
!
I
shall
look
in
upon
you
myself
one
day
.
Then
you
had
better
be
careful
!
Do
you
hear
?
”
With
hurried
deference
,
Luise
Ivanovna
fell
to
curtsying
in
all
directions
,
and
so
curtsied
herself
to
the
door
.
But
at
the
door
,
she
stumbled
backwards
against
a
good
-
looking
officer
with
a
fresh
,
open
face
and
splendid
thick
fair
whiskers
.
This
was
the
superintendent
of
the
district
himself
,
Nikodim
Fomitch
.
Luise
Ivanovna
made
haste
to
curtsy
almost
to
the
ground
,
and
with
mincing
little
steps
,
she
fluttered
out
of
the
office
.
“
Again
thunder
and
lightning
—
a
hurricane
!
”
said
Nikodim
Fomitch
to
Ilya
Petrovitch
in
a
civil
and
friendly
tone
.
“
You
are
aroused
again
,
you
are
fuming
again
!
I
heard
it
on
the
stairs
!
”
“
Well
,
what
then
!
”
Ilya
Petrovitch
drawled
with
gentlemanly
nonchalance
;
and
he
walked
with
some
papers
to
another
table
,
with
a
jaunty
swing
of
his
shoulders
at
each
step
.
“
Here
,
if
you
will
kindly
look
:
an
author
,
or
a
student
,
has
been
one
at
least
,
does
not
pay
his
debts
,
has
given
an
I
O
U
,
won
’
t
clear
out
of
his
room
,
and
complaints
are
constantly
being
lodged
against
him
,
and
here
he
has
been
pleased
to
make
a
protest
against
my
smoking
in
his
presence
!
He
behaves
like
a
cad
himself
,
and
just
look
at
him
,
please
.
Here
’
s
the
gentleman
,
and
very
attractive
he
is
!
”
“
Poverty
is
not
a
vice
,
my
friend
,
but
we
know
you
go
off
like
powder
,
you
can
’
t
bear
a
slight
,
I
daresay
you
took
offence
at
something
and
went
too
far
yourself
,
”
continued
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
turning
affably
to
Raskolnikov
.
“
But
you
were
wrong
there
;
he
is
a
capital
fellow
,
I
assure
you
,
but
explosive
,
explosive
!
He
gets
hot
,
fires
up
,
boils
over
,
and
no
stopping
him
!
And
then
it
’
s
all
over
!
And
at
the
bottom
he
’
s
a
heart
of
gold
!
His
nickname
in
the
regiment
was
the
Explosive
Lieutenant
.
.
.
.
”
“
And
what
a
regiment
it
was
,
too
,
”
cried
Ilya
Petrovitch
,
much
gratified
at
this
agreeable
banter
,
though
still
sulky
.
Raskolnikov
had
a
sudden
desire
to
say
something
exceptionally
pleasant
to
them
all
.
“
Excuse
me
,
Captain
,
”
he
began
easily
,
suddenly
addressing
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
“
will
you
enter
into
my
position
?
.
.
.
I
am
ready
to
ask
pardon
,
if
I
have
been
ill
-
mannered
.
I
am
a
poor
student
,
sick
and
shattered
(
shattered
was
the
word
he
used
)
by
poverty
.
I
am
not
studying
,
because
I
cannot
keep
myself
now
,
but
I
shall
get
money
.
.
.
.
I
have
a
mother
and
sister
in
the
province
of
X
.
They
will
send
it
to
me
,
and
I
will
pay
.
My
landlady
is
a
good
-
hearted
woman
,
but
she
is
so
exasperated
at
my
having
lost
my
lessons
,
and
not
paying
her
for
the
last
four
months
,
that
she
does
not
even
send
up
my
dinner
.
.
.
and
I
don
’
t
understand
this
I
O
U
at
all
.
She
is
asking
me
to
pay
her
on
this
I
O
U
.
How
am
I
to
pay
her
?
Judge
for
yourselves
!
.
.
.
”
