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Raskolnikov
shuddered
.
The
Explosive
Lieutenant
stood
before
him
.
He
had
just
come
in
from
the
third
room
.
“
It
is
the
hand
of
fate
,
”
thought
Raskolnikov
.
“
Why
is
he
here
?
”
“
You
’
ve
come
to
see
us
?
What
about
?
”
cried
Ilya
Petrovitch
.
He
was
obviously
in
an
exceedingly
good
humour
and
perhaps
a
trifle
exhilarated
.
“
If
it
’
s
on
business
you
are
rather
early
.
[
*
]
It
’
s
only
a
chance
that
I
am
here
.
.
.
however
I
’
ll
do
what
I
can
.
I
must
admit
,
I
.
.
.
what
is
it
,
what
is
it
?
Excuse
me
.
.
.
.
”
[
*
]
Dostoevsky
appears
to
have
forgotten
that
it
is
after
sunset
,
and
that
the
last
time
Raskolnikov
visited
the
police
office
at
two
in
the
afternoon
he
was
reproached
for
coming
too
late
.
—
TRANSLATOR
.
“
Raskolnikov
.
”
“
Of
course
,
Raskolnikov
.
You
didn
’
t
imagine
I
’
d
forgotten
?
Don
’
t
think
I
am
like
that
.
.
.
Rodion
Ro
—
Ro
—
Rodionovitch
,
that
’
s
it
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Rodion
Romanovitch
.
”
