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Nekhludoff drove that day straight from Maslennikoff's to the

prison, and went to the inspector's lodging, which he no

He was again struck by the sounds of the same piano of inferior

quality; but this ti

played, but exercises by Cleour,

distinctness, and quickness The servant with the bandaged eye

said the inspector was in, and showed Nekhludoff to a s-room, in which there stood a sofa and, in front of it, a

table, with a large lamp, which stood on a piece of crochet work,

and the paper shade of which was burnt on one side The chief

inspector entered, with his usual sad and weary look

"Take a seat, please What is it you want?" he said, buttoning up

the middle button of his uniforot this order from

him I should like to see the prisoner Maslova"

"Markova?" asked the inspector, unable to bear distinctly because

of the ot up and went to the door whence

proceeded Clementi's roulades

"Mary, can't you stop just a minute?" he said, in a voice that

showed that this music was the bane of his life "One can't hear

a word"

The piano was silent, but one could hear the sound of reluctant

steps, and some one looked in at the door

The inspector seemed to feel eased by the interval of silence,

lit a thick cigarette of weak tobacco, and offered one to