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He explained about himself in a few words, very much
       the same as he had told the footman and Rogojin before-
       hand.
          Gavrila Ardalionovitch meanwhile seemed to be trying
       to recall something.
         ‘Was it not you, then, who sent a letter a year or less ago—
       from Switzerland, I think it was—to Elizabetha Prokofievna
       (Mrs. Epanchin)?’
         ‘It was.’
         ‘Oh,  then,  of  course  they  will  remember  who  you  are.
       You wish to see the general? I’ll tell him at once—he will be
       free in a minute; but you—you had better wait in the ante-
       chamber,—hadn’t you? Why is he here?’ he added, severely,
       to the man.
         ‘I tell you, sir, he wished it himself!’
         At this moment the study door opened, and a military
       man, with a portfolio under his arm, came out talking loud-
       ly, and after bidding good-bye to someone inside, took his
       departure.
         ‘You there, Gania? cried a voice from the study, ‘come in
       here, will you?’
          Gavrila  Ardalionovitch  nodded  to  the  prince  and  en-
       tered the room hastily.
         A couple of minutes later the door opened again and the
       affable voice of Gania cried:
         ‘Come in please, prince!’
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