“Not fit? Just look!” and he pulled out of his pocket Raskolnikov’s old, broken boot, stiffly coated with dry mud. “I did not go empty-handed⁠—they took the size from this monster. We all did our best. And as to your linen, your landlady has seen to that. Here, to begin with are three shirts, hempen but with a fashionable front.⁠ ⁠… Well now then, eighty kopecks the cap, two roubles twenty-five kopecks the suit⁠—together three roubles five kopecks⁠—a rouble and a half for the boots⁠—for, you see, they are very good⁠—and that makes four roubles fifty-five kopecks; five roubles for the underclothes⁠—they were bought in the lot⁠—which makes exactly nine roubles fifty-five kopecks. Forty-five kopecks change in coppers. Will you take it? And so, Rodya, you are set up with a complete new rig-out, for your overcoat will serve, and even has a style of its own. That comes from getting one’s clothes from Sharmer’s! As for your socks and other things, I leave them to you; we’ve twenty-five roubles left. And as for Pashenka and paying for your lodging, don’t you worry. I tell you she’ll trust you for anything. And now, brother, let me change your linen, for I daresay you will throw off your illness with your shirt.”