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And then just upon one o'clock at night he walked to Kirillov's, approaching as before by Fedka's secret way. Pyotr Stepanovitch was in a painful state of mind. There are, of course, many legends in the town relating to this period; but if any facts were known, it was only to those immediately concerned.
Looking once more at the document left on the table, he smiled mechanically and then went out of the house, still for some reason walking on tiptoe. He crept through Fedka's hole again and carefully replaced the posts after him. Precisely at ten minutes to six Pyotr Stepanovitch and Erkel were walking up and down the platform at the railway-station beside a rather long train.
Of course, there could be no doubt that there was nothing extraordinary about Fedka's death, and that such careers usually have such an ending; but the coincidence of the fatal words that "it was the last time Fedka would drink vodka," with the prompt fulfilment of the prediction, was so remarkable that Liputin no longer hesitated.
I see it by your eyes," he added with a resentful and irritable smile. Dasha was frightened. "I've no question at all, and no doubt whatever; you'd better be quiet!" she cried in dismay, as though waving off his question. "Then you're convinced that I won't go to Fedka's little shop?" "Oh, God!" she cried, clasping her hands. "Why do you torture me like this?" "Oh, forgive me my stupid joke.
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