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"It's a good thing you are taking him home," observed Zossimov to

Razumihin--"we shall see how he is to-morrow, to-day he's not at

all amiss--a considerable change since the afternoon. Live and

learn..."

"Do you know what Zossimov whispered to me when we were coming

out?" Razumihin blurted out, as soon as they were in the street.

"I won't tell you everything, brother, because they are such

fools. Zossimov told me to talk freely to you on the way and get

you to talk freely to me, and afterwards I am to tell him about

it, for he's got a notion in his head that you are... mad or

close on it. Only fancy! In the first place, you've three times

the brains he has; in the second, if you are not mad, you needn't

care a hang that he has got such a wild idea; and thirdly, that

piece of beef whose specialty is surgery has gone mad on mental

diseases, and what's brought him to this conclusion about you was

your conversation to-day with Zametov."

"Zametov told you all about it?"