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What
do
you
want
?
”
Raskolnikov
made
no
reply
,
but
stood
beside
them
lost
in
thought
.
“
He
’
s
been
to
look
at
the
flat
,
”
said
the
elder
workman
,
coming
forward
.
“
Which
flat
?
”
“
Where
we
are
at
work
.
‘
Why
have
you
washed
away
the
blood
?
’
says
he
.
‘
There
has
been
a
murder
here
,
’
says
he
,
‘
and
I
’
ve
come
to
take
it
.
’
And
he
began
ringing
at
the
bell
,
all
but
broke
it
.
‘
Come
to
the
police
station
,
’
says
he
.
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
everything
there
.
’
He
wouldn
’
t
leave
us
.
”
The
porter
looked
at
Raskolnikov
,
frowning
and
perplexed
.
“
Who
are
you
?
”
he
shouted
as
impressively
as
he
could
.
“
I
am
Rodion
Romanovitch
Raskolnikov
,
formerly
a
student
,
I
live
in
Shil
’
s
house
,
not
far
from
here
,
flat
Number
14
,
ask
the
porter
,
he
knows
me
.
”
Raskolnikov
said
all
this
in
a
lazy
,
dreamy
voice
,
not
turning
round
,
but
looking
intently
into
the
darkening
street
.
“
Why
have
you
been
to
the
flat
?
”
“
To
look
at
it
.
”
