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 kind from one example, because Yaroslav Ilyitch could not do otherwise, it was his character.

"And they? Murin?" Ordynov articulated in a whisper.

"Ah! Murin, Murin! no, he was a worthy old man, quite respectable but, excuse me, you throw a new light "

"Why? Was he, too, in the gang?"

Ordynov's heart was ready to burst with impatience.

"However, as you say " added Yaroslav Ilyitch, fixing his pewtery eyes on Ordynov—a sign that he was reflecting—"Murin could not have been one of them. Just three weeks ago he went home with his wife to their own parts I learned it from the porter, that little Tatar, do you remember?" Rh