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He went out and returned with a tray on which were two glasses of tea, a decanter of rum, some pastries, figs, and honey, and laid them on the little table beside the armchairs. "Will you have the lamps lighted, Barina?" he inquired, respectfully. "No. You may go. Close the door." The old butler looked at them knowingly; then withdrew. Kseniya turned at once to Polunin.
The old butler called Kseniya Ippolytovna at eight; then served her with coffee. After she had taken it, he said austerely: "You will have to go round the house and arrange things, Barina; then go into the study to read books and work out the expenses and write out recipes for your house-party. The old gentry always did that."
He lost nearly thirteen months between Punta Barina and the confluence of the Carony in constructing flat-bottomed boats, and making the preparations indispensable for a long voyage. We cannot read without astonishment the narrative of those daring enterprises, in which three or four hundred horses were embarked to be put ashore whenever cavalry could act on one of the banks.
Kseniya Ippolytovna laughed: "I have already said everything! Isn't it cold? I have not been out to-day. I have been thinking about Paris and of that ... that June.... Tea should be ready by this time!" She rose and rung the bell, and the old butler came in. "Will tea be long?" "I will bring it now, Barina."
"I am sorry," said Grabofsky, "to hear you call him mad, since my business is with him, Barina, and not with you." His tone was, if possible, more incisive than before. "Of course, we know that he is not a Count at all," said Akulina, somewhat annoyed by his sharpness. "Do you? Then you are singularly mistaken.
To Dumnoff, mujik by origin and by nature, she was "barina," the town "lady," to the Cossack she was "chosjaika," the "mistress," the wife of the "patron" to the Count she was Akulina, and when he addressed her he called her Akulina Feodorovna, adding the derivative of her father's name in accordance with the universal Russian custom. "Let us see the doll," said Schmidt, still curious.
The storeroom smelt of rats. Packed along its walls were boxes, coffers, trunks, and a huge pair of rusty scales. They all gathered together on the arrival of the Tartars, who greeted them with handshakes. The general snorted. One of the Tartars, an old man wearing new goloshes over felt boots, spoke to Katerina: "How d'ye do, Barina?"
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