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him, for Mitya had more than once tipped him. Opening the gate at once, he let him in, and hastened to inform him with a good-humoured smile that Agrafena Alexandrovna is not at home now, you know. Where is she then, Prohor? asked Mitya, stopping short. She set off this evening, some two hours ago, with Timofey, to Mokroe. What for? cried Mitya. That I cant say. To see some officer. Some one invited her and horses were sent to fetch her. Mitya left him, and ran like a madman to Fenya. |
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