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So saying, Rogojin crossed the road.
Arrived on the opposite pavement, he looked back to see
whether the prince were moving, waved his hand in the di-
rection of the Gorohovaya, and strode on, looking across
every moment to see whether Muishkin understood his
instructions. The prince supposed that Rogojin desired to
look out for someone whom he was afraid to miss; but if so,
why had he not told HIM whom to look out for? So the two
proceeded for half a mile or so. Suddenly the prince began
to tremble from some unknown cause. He could not bear it,
and signalled to Rogojin across the road.
The latter came at once.
‘Is Nastasia Philipovna at your house?’
‘Yes.’
‘And was it you looked out of the window under the blind
this morning?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then why did—‘
But the prince could not finish his question; he did not
know what to say. Besides this, his heart was beating so that
he found it difficult to speak at all. Rogojin was silent also
and looked at him as before, with an expression of deep
thoughtfulness.
‘Well, I’m going,’ he said, at last, preparing to recross the
road. ‘You go along here as before; we will keep to different
sides of the road; it’s better so, you’ll see.’
When they reached the Gorohovaya, and came near the
house, the prince’s legs were trembling so that he could
hardly walk. It was about ten o’clock. The old lady’s win-

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