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"And... the worst of it was he was so coarse, so dirty, he had

the manners of a pothouse; and... and even admitting that he knew

he had some of the essentials of a gentleman... what was there in

that to be proud of? Everyone ought to be a gentleman and more

than that... and all the same (he remembered) he, too, had done

little things... not exactly dishonest, and yet.... And what

thoughts he sometimes had; hm... and to set all that beside

Avdotya Romanovna! Confound it! So be it! Well, he'd make a point

then of being dirty, greasy, pothouse in his manners and he

wouldn't care! He'd be worse!"

He was engaged in such monologues when Zossimov, who had spent

the night in Praskovya Pavlovna's parlour, came in.

He was going home and was in a hurry to look at the invalid

first. Razumihin informed him that Raskolnikov was sleeping like

a dormouse. Zossimov gave orders that they shouldn't wake him and

promised to see him again about eleven.