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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 265
dusk. There was complete stillness in the room. Not a sound
came from the stairs. Only a big fly buzzed and fluttered against
the window pane. It was unbearable at last. Raskolnikov sud-
denly got up and sat on the sofa.
"Come, tell me what you want."
"I knew you were not asleep, but only pretending," the
stranger answered oddly, laughing calmly. "Arkady Ivanovitch
Svidrigailov, allow me to introduce myself. . . ."
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