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“
But
that
is
not
our
business
,
you
know
,
”
the
head
clerk
was
observing
.
“
Yes
,
yes
.
I
perfectly
agree
with
you
.
But
allow
me
to
explain
.
.
.
”
Raskolnikov
put
in
again
,
still
addressing
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
but
trying
his
best
to
address
Ilya
Petrovitch
also
,
though
the
latter
persistently
appeared
to
be
rummaging
among
his
papers
and
to
be
contemptuously
oblivious
of
him
.
“
Allow
me
to
explain
that
I
have
been
living
with
her
for
nearly
three
years
and
at
first
.
.
.
at
first
.
.
.
for
why
should
I
not
confess
it
,
at
the
very
beginning
I
promised
to
marry
her
daughter
,
it
was
a
verbal
promise
,
freely
given
.
.
.
she
was
a
girl
.
.
.
indeed
,
I
liked
her
,
though
I
was
not
in
love
with
her
.
.
.
a
youthful
affair
in
fact
.
.
.
that
is
,
I
mean
to
say
,
that
my
landlady
gave
me
credit
freely
in
those
days
,
and
I
led
a
life
of
.
.
.
I
was
very
heedless
.
.
.
”
“
Nobody
asks
you
for
these
personal
details
,
sir
,
we
’
ve
no
time
to
waste
,
”
Ilya
Petrovitch
interposed
roughly
and
with
a
note
of
triumph
;
but
Raskolnikov
stopped
him
hotly
,
though
he
suddenly
found
it
exceedingly
difficult
to
speak
.
“
But
excuse
me
,
excuse
me
.
It
is
for
me
to
explain
.
.
.
how
it
all
happened
.
.
.
In
my
turn
.
.
.
though
I
agree
with
you
.
.
.
it
is
unnecessary
.
But
a
year
ago
,
the
girl
died
of
typhus
.
I
remained
lodging
there
as
before
,
and
when
my
landlady
moved
into
her
present
quarters
,
she
said
to
me
.
.
.
and
in
a
friendly
way
.
.
.
that
she
had
complete
trust
in
me
,
but
still
,
would
I
not
give
her
an
I
O
U
for
one
hundred
and
fifteen
roubles
,
all
the
debt
I
owed
her
.
She
said
if
only
I
gave
her
that
,
she
would
trust
me
again
,
as
much
as
I
liked
,
and
that
she
would
never
,
never
—
those
were
her
own
words
—
make
use
of
that
I
O
U
till
I
could
pay
of
myself
.
.
.
and
now
,
when
I
have
lost
my
lessons
and
have
nothing
to
eat
,
she
takes
action
against
me
.
What
am
I
to
say
to
that
?
”
“
All
these
affecting
details
are
no
business
of
ours
.
”
Ilya
Petrovitch
interrupted
rudely
.
“
You
must
give
a
written
undertaking
but
as
for
your
love
affairs
and
all
these
tragic
events
,
we
have
nothing
to
do
with
that
.
”
“
Come
now
.
.
.
you
are
harsh
,
”
muttered
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
sitting
down
at
the
table
and
also
beginning
to
write
.
He
looked
a
little
ashamed
.
“
Write
!
”
said
the
head
clerk
to
Raskolnikov
.
“
Write
what
?
”
the
latter
asked
,
gruffly
.
“
I
will
dictate
to
you
.
”
