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 wooden planks at the sides and no pavements, and in the end got to
streets where there were neither planks nor pavements. When their legs
and their tongues had brought them to Little Lower Street they were both
red in the face, and taking off their hats, wiped away the perspiration.
"Tell me, please," said Ivan Ivanitch, addressing an old man sitting on
a little bench by a gate, "where is Nastasya Petrovna Toskunov's house?"
"There is no one called Toskunov here," said the old man, after
pondering a moment. "Perhaps it's Timoshenko you want." "No, Toskunov. .
 ." "Excuse me, there's no one called Toskunov. . . ." Ivan Ivanitch
shrugged his shoulders and trudged on farther. "You needn't look," the
old man called after them. "I tell yo