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Svidrigailov broke into a sudden laugh.

"But you're... but there's no getting round you," he said,

laughing in the frankest way. "I hoped to get round you, but you

took up the right line at once!"

"But you are trying to get round me still!"

"What of it? What of it?" cried Svidrigailov, laughing openly.

"But this is what the French call bonne guerre, and the most

innocent form of deception!... But still you have interrupted me;

one way or another, I repeat again: there would never have been

any unpleasantness except for what happened in the garden. Marfa

Petrovna..."

"You have got rid of Marfa Petrovna, too, so they say?"

Raskolnikov interrupted rudely.