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"He may have anything... soup, tea... mushrooms and cucumbers, of

course, you must not give him; he'd better not have meat either,

and... but no need to tell you that!" Razumihin and he looked at

each other. "No more medicine or anything. I'll look at him again

to-morrow. Perhaps, to-day even... but never mind..."

"To-morrow evening I shall take him for a walk," said Razumihin.

"We are going to the Yusupov garden and then to the Palais de

Cristal."

"I would not disturb him to-morrow at all, but I don't know... a

little, maybe... but we'll see."

"Ach, what a nuisance! I've got a house-warming party to-night;

it's only a step from here. Couldn't he come? He could lie on the

sofa. You are coming?" Razumihin said to Zossimov. "Don't forget,

you promised."

"All right, only rather later. What are you going to do?"

"Oh, nothing--tea, vodka, herrings. There will be a pie... just

our friends."

"And who?"