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Raskolnikov made a movement and seemed about to speak; his face

showed some excitement. Pyotr Petrovitch paused, waited, but as

nothing followed, he went on:

"... Any minute. I have found a lodging for them on their

arrival."

"Where?" asked Raskolnikov weakly.

"Very near here, in Bakaleyev's house."

"That's in Voskresensky," put in Razumihin. "There are two

storeys of rooms, let by a merchant called Yushin; I've been

there."

"Yes, rooms..."

"A disgusting place--filthy, stinking and, what's more, of

doubtful character. Things have happened there, and there are all

sorts of queer people living there. And I went there about a

scandalous business. It's cheap, though..."