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Yet even from this source very little was obtained, since Petrushka provided his interrogators merely with a taste of the smell of his living-room, and Selifan confined his replies to a statement that the barin had "been in the employment of the State, and also had served in the Customs."
A groom from Pietukh's brought your cob home, and told me you had departed on an expedition with some barin. At least you might have sent me word as to your destination and the probable length of your absence. What made you act so? God knows what I have not been wondering!" "Does it matter?" rejoined Platon. By the way, may I introduce Paul Ivanovitch Chichikov?"
He had his coat-collar turned over his ears and his dirty fur cap pulled down over his forehead. His nose was very red, and his thin hollow cheeks a dirty yellow colour. "Good-evening, Barin," he said, grinning. "Good-evening," I said. "Where are you slipping off to so secretly?" "Slipping off?" He did not seem to understand my word. I repeated it.
"I always thought the Barin would have his own again," cried Volodia triumphantly, forgetting that only a moment before he had been full of dismal prophecies. Adam and Var-Vara wept for joy, and Ivan stood by smiling complacently.
He saw a policeman and decided that it wasn't. "Well, good-night, Barin," he said cheerfully. He shuffled off. I looked at the vast Neva, pale green and dim grey, so silent under the bridges. The policeman, enormous under his high coat, the sure and confident guardian of that silent world, came slowly towards me, and I turned away home.
"Good morning, little Father," he wheezed, then addressed his beast, pulled the reins, drove on, then stopped again and called out: "Listen, Barin, I want to tell you...." The Prince turned round and looked at the man. The peasant was old, his face was covered with hair and wrinkles. "What will your Excellency do now?" "That is difficult to say," replied the Prince.
Do you think the barin doesn't know you? And there he is! He must have heard everything! Grigory. Where? Perfilievna. There sitting by the window, and looking at us! Next, to complete the hubbub, a serf child which had been clouted by its mother broke out into a bawl, while a borzoi puppy which had happened to get splashed with boiling water by the cook fell to yelping vociferously.
She had not been back there for twenty years. And first, to celebrate her liberty, she would get magnificently drunk on furniture polish. "I did not see her of course," said the Rat. "No. When I came, early in the morning, no one was here. I thought that you were dead, Barin, and I began collecting your property, so that no one else should take it.
"He went out about a quarter of an hour ago." "And Nicholas Markovitch?" "He went out just now." "Did he tell you where he was going?" "No, Barin, but I heard Alexei Petrovitch tell him, an hour back, that he was going to Katerinhof." I did not listen to more. I turned and went.
The real truth about him was, that he was filled with some determination, some purpose. He was like a child who is playing at being a burglar, his face had exactly that absorption, that obsessing pre-occupation. "I've been waiting for you, Barin," he said in his hoarse musical voice. "What is it?" I asked. "This is where I live," he said, and he showed me a very dirty piece of paper.
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