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"She'll get it at the shop, my dear. You see, Rodya, all sorts of

things have been happening while you have been laid up. When you

decamped in that rascally way without leaving your address, I

felt so angry that I resolved to find you out and punish you. I

set to work that very day. How I ran about making inquiries for

you! This lodging of yours I had forgotten, though I never

remembered it, indeed, because I did not know it; and as for your

old lodgings, I could only remember it was at the Five Corners,

Harlamov's house. I kept trying to find that Harlamov's house,

and afterwards it turned out that it was not Harlamov's, but

Buch's. How one muddles up sound sometimes! So I lost my temper,

and I went on the chance to the address bureau next day, and only

fancy, in two minutes they looked you up! Your name is down

there."

"My name!"