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"Yes, yes, you are right, I did forget myself, I am ashamed of

it," Razumihin made haste to apologise. "But... but you can't be

angry with me for speaking so! For I speak sincerely and not

because... hm, hm! That would be disgraceful; in fact not because

I'm in... hm! Well, anyway, I won't say why, I daren't.... But we

all saw to-day when he came in that that man is not of our sort.

Not because he had his hair curled at the barber's, not because

he was in such a hurry to show his wit, but because he is a spy,

a speculator, because he is a skin-flint and a buffoon. That's

evident. Do you think him clever? No, he is a fool, a fool. And

is he a match for you? Good heavens! Do you see, ladies?" he

stopped suddenly on the way upstairs to their rooms, "though all

my friends there are drunk, yet they are all honest, and though

we do talk a lot of trash, and I do, too, yet we shall talk our

way to the truth at last, for we are on the right path, while

Pyotr Petrovitch...