To tell the truth I did not put much confidence in the effect of a note.

Shatov might take no notice of it; he was so obstinate and shy.

Cursing my want of success, I was going out of the gate when all at once I stumbled on Mr.Kirillov.
He was going into the house and he recognised me first.

As he began questioning me of himself, I told him how things were, and that I had a note.
"Let us go in," said he, "I will do everything." I remembered that Liputin had told us he had taken the wooden lodge in the yard that morning.

In the lodge, which was too large for him, a deaf old woman who waited upon him was living too.