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"Of course it is the Barina's handwriting," said Dumnoff confidently. He supposed it was always safe to follow Schmidt's lead, when he followed any one. "Of course it is," chimed in the insignificant Anna. "You you minx you flatter-cat, you little serpent!" cried Akulina, speaking three languages at once in her excitement. "Go get along go to your work "
"Thank you," said the Count, taking the thing. "On the word of a gentleman you shall have the money before to-morrow night." "A good riddance of both of them," snarled Akulina, as the Count lifted his hat and then, his head bent more than was his wont, passed out of the shop with the remains of the poor Gigerl under his arm.
Akulina is a broad, fat woman, with a flattened Tartar face, small eyes, good but short teeth, full lips and a dark complexion. She reminds one of an over-fed tabby cat, of doubtful temper, and her voice seems to reach utterance after traversing some thick, soft medium, which lends it an odd sort of guttural richness.
If the tobacconist's wife had been present, the Count would have gone away without entering, for he did not like her, and had reason to suspect that she hated him, which was indeed the case. But Akulina was nowhere to be seen, the shop looked bright and cheerful, the Count was tired, he pushed the door and entered.
"Akulina," said Fischelowitz, thoughtfully, as the door closed, "that man is a gentleman, say what you please." "A pretty gentleman," laughed Akulina, putting the money into the till. "A gentleman indeed why, look at his coat!" "And you are a fool, Akulina," added Fischelowitz, handling his india-rubber stamp.
"Turn him out yourself," answered the tobacconist phlegmatically. "Posted to him from home," continued the Cossack, "and telling him that his father and brother are dead and that he has come into property and the like. What do you think of that?" "It is a shame," growled Dumnoff, beginning to understand. The girl laughed foolishly. "I swear to you," began Akulina, crimson with anger.
'Yes, to-morrow.... Come, come, come, please! he added, in a tone of vexation, seeing she was shaking all over and softly bending her head; 'please, Akulina, don't cry. 'There, I won't, I won't! cried Akulina, hurriedly gulping down her tears with an effort. 'You are starting to-morrow? she added, after a brief silence: 'when will God grant that we see each other again, Viktor Alexandritch?
What have you got there? he added, moving closer to her; 'flowers? 'Yes, Akulina responded dejectedly. 'That's some wild tansy I picked, she went on, brightening up a little; 'it's good for calves. And this is bud-marigold against the king's evil. Look, what an exquisite flower! I've never seen such a lovely flower before.
The Count himself had appeared in the doorway behind Akulina. Both she and her husband stood aside, looking at him curiously. "Good-morning," he said, gravely taking off his hat and inclining his head a little.
As for the Count himself, he had moved nearer to the door and was looking quietly out into the irregularly lighted street, smoking as though he had not heard a word of what had been said. As he stood, it was impossible for either of the others to see his face, and he betrayed no agitation by movement or gesture. Akulina turned pale to the lips, as her husband had anticipated.
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