you will see." Shatov took the bundle.
"Take them home and look at them.

Where do you live ?" "In Bogoyavlensky Street, Filipov's house." "I know.

I think it's there, too, I've been told, a captain lives, beside you, Mr.Lebyadkin," said Liza in the same hurried manner.
Shatov sat for a full minute with the bundle in his outstretched hand, making no answer and staring at the floor.
"You'd better find some one else for these jobs.

I shouldn't suit you at all," he brought out at last, dropping his voice in an awfully strange way, almost to a whisper.
Liza flushed crimson.
"What jobs are you speaking of?
Mavriky Nikolaevitch," she cried, "please bring that letter here." I too followed Mavriky Nikolaevitch to the table.
"Look at this," she turned suddenly to me, unfolding the letter in great excitement.

"Have you ever seen anything like it.