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He talked for three quarters of an hour, being constantly

interrupted by their questions, and succeeded in describing to

them all the most important facts he knew of the last year of

Raskolnikov's life, concluding with a circumstantial account of

his illness. He omitted, however, many things, which were better

omitted, including the scene at the police station with all its

consequences. They listened eagerly to his story, and, when he

thought he had finished and satisfied his listeners, he found

that they considered he had hardly begun.

"Tell me, tell me! What do you think...? Excuse me, I still don't

know your name!" Pulcheria Alexandrovna put in hastily.

"Dmitri Prokofitch."