Hawk

possible. Sometimes one just can't stand it.” “A thing like that?” “And you think you could stand it? No, I couldn't. To risk such horror for a hundred-rouble reward! To take a false bank note, and where?—to a banking house, where they do know a hawk from a handsaw—no, I'd get flustered. Wouldn't you?” Again Raskolnikov suddenly felt a terrible urge to “stick his tongue out.” Shivers momentarily ran down his spine. “I wouldn't do it that way,” he began, remotely. “This is how I would get