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He ran about the whole house and searched for the room that had

been his own when he was a child, ten years before. He entered,

drew back, and surveyed the walls with astonished eyes: could

this room be a woman's lodgings? Who could live here? His old

uncle was unmarried, and his aunt had dwelt for years in St.

Petersburg. Could that be the housekeeper's chamber? A piano? On

it music and books; all abandoned in careless confusion: sweet

disorder!