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He went into another street. "Bah, the Palais de Cristal!

Razumihin was just talking of the Palais de Cristal. But what on

earth was it I wanted? Yes, the newspapers.... Zossimov said he'd

read it in the papers. Have you the papers?" he asked, going into

a very spacious and positively clean restaurant, consisting of

several rooms, which were, however, rather empty. Two or three

people were drinking tea, and in a room further away were sitting

four men drinking champagne. Raskolnikov fancied that Zametov was

one of them, but he could not be sure at that distance. "What if

it is?" he thought.

"Will you have vodka?" asked the waiter.

"Give me some tea and bring me the papers, the old ones for the

last five days, and I'll give you something."

"Yes, sir, here's to-day's. No vodka?"

The old newspapers and the tea were brought. Raskolnikov sat down

and began to look through them.