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"Ah, my dear fellow! Here you are... in our domain"... began

Porfiry, holding out both hands to him. "Come, sit down, old

man... or perhaps you don't like to be called 'my dear fellow'

and 'old man!'--_tout court_? Please don't think it too

familiar.... Here, on the sofa."

Raskolnikov sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on him. "In our

domain," the apologies for familiarity, the French phrase tout

court, were all characteristic signs.

"He held out both hands to me, but he did not give me one--he

drew it back in time," struck him suspiciously. Both were

watching each other, but when their eyes met, quick as lightning

they looked away.

"I brought you this paper... about the watch. Here it is. Is it

all right or shall I copy it again?"