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"Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the

police office? Where's the notice? Bah! I am mixing it up; that

was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now... now I have

been ill. But what did Zametov come for? Why did Razumihin bring

him?" he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again. "What

does it mean? Am I still in delirium, or is it real? I believe it

is real.... Ah, I remember; I must escape! Make haste to escape.

Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes... but where? And where are my

clothes? I've no boots. They've taken them away! They've hidden

them! I understand! Ah, here is my coat--they passed that over!

And here is money on the table, thank God! And here's the I O

U... I'll take the money and go and take another lodging. They

won't find me!... Yes, but the address bureau? They'll find me,

Razumihin will find me. Better escape altogether... far away...

to America, and let them do their worst! And take the I O U... it

would be of use there....