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in one minute.’
‘Without scissors, in the street?’
‘In the market-place I think it was. Why scissors? It was
an old rag. It was torn in a minute.’
‘Where did you put it afterwards?’
‘I dropped it there.’
‘Where was it, exactly?’
‘In the market-place, in the market-place! The devil
knows whereabouts. What do you want to know for?’
‘That’s extremely important, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. It
would be material evidence in your favour. How is it you
don’t understand that? Who helped you to sew it up a
month ago?’
‘No one helped me. I did it myself.’
‘Can you sew?’
‘A soldier has to know how to sew. No knowledge was
needed to do that.’
‘Where did you get the material, that is, the rag in which
you sewed the money?’
‘Are you laughing at me?’
‘Not at all. And we are in no mood for laughing, Dmitri
Fyodorovitch.’
‘I don’t know where I got the rag from — somewhere, I
suppose.’
‘I should have thought you couldn’t have forgotten it?’
‘Upon my word, I don’t remember. I might have torn a
bit off my linen.’
‘That’s very interesting. We might find in your lodgings
to-morrow the shirt or whatever it is from which you tore

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