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“
How
he
keeps
on
!
Are
you
afraid
of
having
let
out
some
secret
?
Don
’
t
worry
yourself
;
you
said
nothing
about
a
countess
.
But
you
said
a
lot
about
a
bulldog
,
and
about
ear
-
rings
and
chains
,
and
about
Krestovsky
Island
,
and
some
porter
,
and
Nikodim
Fomitch
and
Ilya
Petrovitch
,
the
assistant
superintendent
.
And
another
thing
that
was
of
special
interest
to
you
was
your
own
sock
.
You
whined
,
‘
Give
me
my
sock
.
’
Zametov
hunted
all
about
your
room
for
your
socks
,
and
with
his
own
scented
,
ring
-
bedecked
fingers
he
gave
you
the
rag
.
And
only
then
were
you
comforted
,
and
for
the
next
twenty
-
four
hours
you
held
the
wretched
thing
in
your
hand
;
we
could
not
get
it
from
you
.
It
is
most
likely
somewhere
under
your
quilt
at
this
moment
.
And
then
you
asked
so
piteously
for
fringe
for
your
trousers
.
We
tried
to
find
out
what
sort
of
fringe
,
but
we
could
not
make
it
out
.
Now
to
business
!
Here
are
thirty
-
five
roubles
;
I
take
ten
of
them
,
and
shall
give
you
an
account
of
them
in
an
hour
or
two
.
I
will
let
Zossimov
know
at
the
same
time
,
though
he
ought
to
have
been
here
long
ago
,
for
it
is
nearly
twelve
.
And
you
,
Nastasya
,
look
in
pretty
often
while
I
am
away
,
to
see
whether
he
wants
a
drink
or
anything
else
.
And
I
will
tell
Pashenka
what
is
wanted
myself
.
Good
-
bye
!
”
“
He
calls
her
Pashenka
!
Ah
,
he
’
s
a
deep
one
!
”
said
Nastasya
as
he
went
out
;
then
she
opened
the
door
and
stood
listening
,
but
could
not
resist
running
downstairs
after
him
.
She
was
very
eager
to
hear
what
he
would
say
to
the
landlady
.
She
was
evidently
quite
fascinated
by
Razumihin
.
No
sooner
had
she
left
the
room
than
the
sick
man
flung
off
the
bedclothes
and
leapt
out
of
bed
like
a
madman
.
With
burning
,
twitching
impatience
he
had
waited
for
them
to
be
gone
so
that
he
might
set
to
work
.
But
to
what
work
?
Now
,
as
though
to
spite
him
,
it
eluded
him
.
“
Good
God
,
only
tell
me
one
thing
:
do
they
know
of
it
yet
or
not
?
What
if
they
know
it
and
are
only
pretending
,
mocking
me
while
I
am
laid
up
,
and
then
they
will
come
in
and
tell
me
that
it
’
s
been
discovered
long
ago
and
that
they
have
only
.
.
.
What
am
I
to
do
now
?
That
’
s
what
I
’
ve
forgotten
,
as
though
on
purpose
;
forgotten
it
all
at
once
,
I
remembered
a
minute
ago
.
”
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
and
gazed
in
miserable
bewilderment
about
him
;
he
walked
to
the
door
,
opened
it
,
listened
;
but
that
was
not
what
he
wanted
.
Suddenly
,
as
though
recalling
something
,
he
rushed
to
the
corner
where
there
was
a
hole
under
the
paper
,
began
examining
it
,
put
his
hand
into
the
hole
,
fumbled
—
but
that
was
not
it
.
He
went
to
the
stove
,
opened
it
and
began
rummaging
in
the
ashes
;
the
frayed
edges
of
his
trousers
and
the
rags
cut
off
his
pocket
were
lying
there
just
as
he
had
thrown
them
.
No
one
had
looked
,
then
!
Then
he
remembered
the
sock
about
which
Razumihin
had
just
been
telling
him
.
Yes
,
there
it
lay
on
the
sofa
under
the
quilt
,
but
it
was
so
covered
with
dust
and
grime
that
Zametov
could
not
have
seen
anything
on
it
.
“
Bah
,
Zametov
!
The
police
office
!
And
why
am
I
sent
for
to
the
police
office
?
Where
’
s
the
notice
?
Bah
!
I
am
mixing
it
up
;
that
was
then
.
I
looked
at
my
sock
then
,
too
,
but
now
.
.
.
now
I
have
been
ill
.
But
what
did
Zametov
come
for
?
Why
did
Razumihin
bring
him
?
”
he
muttered
,
helplessly
sitting
on
the
sofa
again
.
“
What
does
it
mean
?
Am
I
still
in
delirium
,
or
is
it
real
?
I
believe
it
is
real
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
I
remember
;
I
must
escape
!
Make
haste
to
escape
.
Yes
,
I
must
,
I
must
escape
!
Yes
.
.
.
but
where
?
And
where
are
my
clothes
?
I
’
ve
no
boots
.
They
’
ve
taken
them
away
!
They
’
ve
hidden
them
!
I
understand
!
Ah
,
here
is
my
coat
—
they
passed
that
over
!
And
here
is
money
on
the
table
,
thank
God
!
And
here
’
s
the
I
O
U
.
.
.
I
’
ll
take
the
money
and
go
and
take
another
lodging
.
They
won
’
t
find
me
!
.
.
.
Yes
,
but
the
address
bureau
?
They
’
ll
find
me
,
Razumihin
will
find
me
.
Better
escape
altogether
.
.
.
far
away
.
.
.
to
America
,
and
let
them
do
their
worst
!
And
take
the
I
O
U
.
.
.
it
would
be
of
use
there
.
.
.
.
What
else
shall
I
take
?
They
think
I
am
ill
!
They
don
’
t
know
that
I
can
walk
,
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
I
could
see
by
their
eyes
that
they
know
all
about
it
!
If
only
I
could
get
downstairs
!
And
what
if
they
have
set
a
watch
there
—
policemen
!
What
’
s
this
tea
?
Ah
,
and
here
is
beer
left
,
half
a
bottle
,
cold
!
”
He
snatched
up
the
bottle
,
which
still
contained
a
glassful
of
beer
,
and
gulped
it
down
with
relish
,
as
though
quenching
a
flame
in
his
breast
.
But
in
another
minute
the
beer
had
gone
to
his
head
,
and
a
faint
and
even
pleasant
shiver
ran
down
his
spine
.
He
lay
down
and
pulled
the
quilt
over
him
.
His
sick
and
incoherent
thoughts
grew
more
and
more
disconnected
,
and
soon
a
light
,
pleasant
drowsiness
came
upon
him
.
With
a
sense
of
comfort
he
nestled
his
head
into
the
pillow
,
wrapped
more
closely
about
him
the
soft
,
wadded
quilt
which
had
replaced
the
old
,
ragged
greatcoat
,
sighed
softly
and
sank
into
a
deep
,
sound
,
refreshing
sleep
.
