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Shuchok saw it himself." "All right, very good. You will get something for this." "Yes, your Excellency." "Silence, you goose. Go on, set the table." Abramka remained about ten minutes longer with the captain's wife, and on leaving said: "Let me assure you once again, Mrs. Zarubkin, you needn't worry; just select the style, and I will make a gown for you that the best tailor in Paris can't beat."
I have no patience with you. Where are the fashion plates?" "Here, Mrs. Zarubkin." She turned the pages, looked at one picture after the other, and suddenly her eyes shone and her cheeks reddened. "Oh, Empire! The very thing. Empire is the very latest. Make this one for me," she cried commandingly. Abramka turned pale. "Ampeer, Mrs. Zarubkin? I can't make that Ampeer dress for you," he murmured.
"She's written to him every day of the four months that she's been away. The postmaster told me so." "Semyonov! Ho, Semyonov! Has any one from the office been here?" "I don't know, your Excellency," came in a loud, clear voice from back of the room. "Why don't you know? Where have you been?" "I went to Abramka, your Excellency." "The tailor again?" "Yes, your Excellency, the tailor Abramka."
Her mind was not quite set at ease. She interrupted him. "But the style, Abramka, the style! You can't possibly guess what the latest fashion is abroad." "Why shouldn't I know what the latest fashion is, Mrs. Zarubkin? In Kiev I have a friend who publishes fashion-plates. I will telegraph to him, and he will immediately send me pictures of the latest French models.
There is nothing about me that needs to be covered up or filled out." "Oh, as if I didn't know that! Everybody knows that Mrs. Zarubkin's figure is perfect," Abramka cried, trying to flatter his new customer. Mrs. Zarubkin laughed and made up her mind to remember "Everybody knows that Mrs. Zarubkin's figure is perfect." Then she said: "You know that the ball is to take place in a week."
Needless to say that in these arduous activities, Abramka Stiftik, the ladies' tailor, played a prominent role. He was the one man in Chmyrsk who had any understanding at all for the subtle art of the feminine toilet. Preparations had begun in his shop in August already.
Zarubkin," he cried pathetically, "if they made a ball gown for you in Moscow in two days, very well, then I will make a ball gown for you, if I must, in one day. I will neither eat nor sleep, and I won't let my help off either for one minute. How does that suit you?" "Sit down, Abramka, thank you very much. I hope I shall not have to put such a strain on you.
Nevertheless, the expression of his face was not so reassuring as usual. "You give me your word of honour?" "Certainly! My name isn't Abramka Stiftik if I " "Well, all right, I will trust you. But be careful. You know of whom you must be careful?" "Who is that, Mrs. Shaldin?" "Oh, you know very well whom I mean. No, you needn't put your hand on your heart.
About ten minutes passed during which Abramka had plenty of time to reflect. How could he have given the captain's wife a promise like that so lightly? What was the captain's wife to him as compared with the doctor's wife? Mrs. Zarubkin had never given him a really decent order just a few things for the house and some mending.
Shaldin first," said the tailor, though seized with a little pang, as if bitten by a guilty conscience. "Are you sure you are telling the truth? Is Abramka always to be depended upon? Eh, is he?" She looked at him searchingly from beneath drooping lids. "What a question," rejoined Abramka. His face quivered slightly. His feeling of discomfort was waxing. "Has Abramka ever "
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