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"Are you going already?" Porfiry said amiably, holding out his

hand with excessive politeness. "Very, very glad of your

acquaintance. As for your request, have no uneasiness, write just

as I told you, or, better still, come to me there yourself in a

day or two... to-morrow, indeed. I shall be there at eleven

o'clock for certain. We'll arrange it all; we'll have a talk. As

one of the last to be there, you might perhaps be able to tell us

something," he added with a most good-natured expression.

"You want to cross-examine me officially in due form?"

Raskolnikov asked sharply.