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Perhaps
we
may
become
better
friends
.
”
“
You
think
we
may
become
friends
?
”
“
And
why
not
?
”
Svidrigaïlov
said
,
smiling
.
He
stood
up
and
took
his
hat
.
“
I
didn
’
t
quite
intend
to
disturb
you
and
I
came
here
without
reckoning
on
it
.
.
.
though
I
was
very
much
struck
by
your
face
this
morning
.
”
“
Where
did
you
see
me
this
morning
?
”
Raskolnikov
asked
uneasily
.
“
I
saw
you
by
chance
.
.
.
.
I
kept
fancying
there
is
something
about
you
like
me
.
.
.
.
But
don
’
t
be
uneasy
.
I
am
not
intrusive
;
I
used
to
get
on
all
right
with
card
-
sharpers
,
and
I
never
bored
Prince
Svirbey
,
a
great
personage
who
is
a
distant
relation
of
mine
,
and
I
could
write
about
Raphael
’
s
Madonna
in
Madam
Prilukov
’
s
album
,
and
I
never
left
Marfa
Petrovna
’
s
side
for
seven
years
,
and
I
used
to
stay
the
night
at
Viazemsky
’
s
house
in
the
Hay
Market
in
the
old
days
,
and
I
may
go
up
in
a
balloon
with
Berg
,
perhaps
.
”
“
Oh
,
all
right
.
Are
you
starting
soon
on
your
travels
,
may
I
ask
?
”
“
What
travels
?
”
“
Why
,
on
that
‘
journey
’
;
you
spoke
of
it
yourself
.
”
“
A
journey
?
Oh
,
yes
.
I
did
speak
of
a
journey
.
Well
,
that
’
s
a
wide
subject
.
.
.
.
if
only
you
knew
what
you
are
asking
,
”
he
added
,
and
gave
a
sudden
,
loud
,
short
laugh
.
“
Perhaps
I
’
ll
get
married
instead
of
the
journey
.
They
’
re
making
a
match
for
me
.
”
“
Here
?
”
