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"Listen, listen, listen, this is serious.... What next, you

fiend!" Razumihin was utterly overwhelmed, turning cold with

horror. "What will you tell them? Come, brother... foo! what a

pig you are!"

"You are like a summer rose. And if only you knew how it suits

you; a Romeo over six foot high! And how you've washed

to-day--you cleaned your nails, I declare. Eh? That's something

unheard of! Why, I do believe you've got pomatum on your hair!

Bend down."

"Pig!"

Raskolnikov laughed as though he could not restrain himself. So

laughing, they entered Porfiry Petrovitch's flat. This is what

Raskolnikov wanted: from within they could be heard laughing as

they came in, still guffawing in the passage.

"Not a word here or I'll... brain you!" Razumihin whispered

furiously, seizing Raskolnikov by the shoulder.

CHAPTER V