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“
Is
there
tea
?
”
asked
Svidrigaïlov
.
“
Yes
,
sir
.
”
“
What
else
is
there
?
”
“
Veal
,
vodka
,
savouries
.
”
“
Bring
me
tea
and
veal
.
”
“
And
you
want
nothing
else
?
”
he
asked
with
apparent
surprise
.
“
Nothing
,
nothing
.
”
The
ragged
man
went
away
,
completely
disillusioned
.
“
It
must
be
a
nice
place
,
”
thought
Svidrigaïlov
.
“
How
was
it
I
didn
’
t
know
it
?
I
expect
I
look
as
if
I
came
from
a
café
chantant
and
have
had
some
adventure
on
the
way
.
It
would
be
interesting
to
know
who
stayed
here
?
”
He
lighted
the
candle
and
looked
at
the
room
more
carefully
.
It
was
a
room
so
low
-
pitched
that
Svidrigaïlov
could
only
just
stand
up
in
it
;
it
had
one
window
;
the
bed
,
which
was
very
dirty
,
and
the
plain
-
stained
chair
and
table
almost
filled
it
up
.
The
walls
looked
as
though
they
were
made
of
planks
,
covered
with
shabby
paper
,
so
torn
and
dusty
that
the
pattern
was
indistinguishable
,
though
the
general
colour
—
yellow
—
could
still
be
made
out
.
