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“
Upon
my
word
!
”
cried
Luzhin
.
“
No
,
that
’
s
not
so
,
”
put
in
Zossimov
.
Raskolnikov
lay
with
a
white
face
and
twitching
upper
lip
,
breathing
painfully
.
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“
There
’
s
a
measure
in
all
things
,
”
Luzhin
went
on
superciliously
.
“
Economic
ideas
are
not
an
incitement
to
murder
,
and
one
has
but
to
suppose
.
.
.
”
“
And
is
it
true
,
”
Raskolnikov
interposed
once
more
suddenly
,
again
in
a
voice
quivering
with
fury
and
delight
in
insulting
him
,
“
is
it
true
that
you
told
your
fiancée
.
.
.
within
an
hour
of
her
acceptance
,
that
what
pleased
you
most
.
.
.
was
that
she
was
a
beggar
.
.
.
because
it
was
better
to
raise
a
wife
from
poverty
,
so
that
you
may
have
complete
control
over
her
,
and
reproach
her
with
your
being
her
benefactor
?
”
“
Upon
my
word
,
”
Luzhin
cried
wrathfully
and
irritably
,
crimson
with
confusion
,
“
to
distort
my
words
in
this
way
!
Excuse
me
,
allow
me
to
assure
you
that
the
report
which
has
reached
you
,
or
rather
,
let
me
say
,
has
been
conveyed
to
you
,
has
no
foundation
in
truth
,
and
I
.
.
.
suspect
who
.
.
.
in
a
word
.
.
.
this
arrow
.
.
.
in
a
word
,
your
mamma
.
.
.
She
seemed
to
me
in
other
things
,
with
all
her
excellent
qualities
,
of
a
somewhat
high
-
flown
and
romantic
way
of
thinking
.
.
.
.
But
I
was
a
thousand
miles
from
supposing
that
she
would
misunderstand
and
misrepresent
things
in
so
fanciful
a
way
.
.
.
.
And
indeed
.
.
.
indeed
.
.
.
”
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“
I
tell
you
what
,
”
cried
Raskolnikov
,
raising
himself
on
his
pillow
and
fixing
his
piercing
,
glittering
eyes
upon
him
,
“
I
tell
you
what
.
”
“
What
?
”
Luzhin
stood
still
,
waiting
with
a
defiant
and
offended
face
.
Silence
lasted
for
some
seconds
.
“
Why
,
if
ever
again
.
.
.
you
dare
to
mention
a
single
word
.
.
.
about
my
mother
.
.
.
I
shall
send
you
flying
downstairs
!
”