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'Come tell us, confess now, Kuprya, Nikolai Eremyitch began complacently, obviously tickled and diverted himself; 'is it bad being stoker? Is it an easy job, eh? 'Nikolai Eremyitch, began Kuprya, 'you're head-clerk among us now, certainly; there's no disputing that, no; but you know you have been in disgrace yourself, and you too have lived in a peasant's hut.
He had taken her fancy, according to Panteley Eremyitch, simply by constantly curling his moustaches, pomading himself to excess, and sniggering significantly; but one must suppose that the vagrant gypsy blood in Masha's veins had more to do with it. However that may have been, one fine summer evening Masha tied up a few odds and ends in a small bundle, and walked out of Tchertop-hanov's house.
Tihon Ivanitch Nedopyuskin could not, like Panteley Eremyitch, pride himself on his origin. His father came of the peasant proprietor class, and only after forty years of service attained the rank of a noble. Mr. Nedopyuskin, the father, belonged to the number of those people who are pursued by misfortune with an obduracy akin to personal hatred.
'Panteley Eremyitch of the ancient hereditary nobility is dying: who can hinder him? He owes no man anything, asks nothing from any one.... Leave him, people! Go! The hand holding the whip tried to lift it... In vain! The lips cleaved together again, the eyes closed, and as before Tchertop-hanov lay on his comfortless bed, flat as an empty sack, and his feet close together.
The astonished commissioner of police did not know how to proceed. The silence of death reigned in the room. 'Why, he's dead already! he thought, and raising his voice, he said, 'Panteley Eremyitch! Eh, Panteley Eremyitch! Then something extraordinary occurred.
One time there's not material enough, and another time they'll send us into the garden to weed the path. 'What of it? Our lady herself is pleased to give the order, so it's useless you and me talking about it. Sidor was silent; he began shifting from one leg to the other. Nikolai Eremyitch put his head on one side, and began busily playing with the reckoning beads. 'What are you thinking of?
'That's so, indeed, Nikolai Eremyitch; all is in God's hands; it's the absolute truth what you've just remarked, sir.... But perhaps your visitor's awake now. The fat man turned round ... listened.... 'No, he's asleep. He may, though.... He went to the door. 'No, he's asleep, he repeated and went back to his place. Done, eh? 'Four grey notes, answered the clerk. 'Come, three, then.
Tchertop-hanov sat facing the window while he told his story, and smoked a pipe with a long tube while Perfishka stood in the doorway, his hands behind his back, and, respectfully contemplating the back of his master's head, heard him relate how, after many fruitless efforts and idle expeditions, Panteley Eremyitch had at last come to the fair at Romyon by himself, without the Jew Leyba, who, through weakness of character, had not persevered, but had deserted him; how, on the fifth day, when he was on the point of leaving, he walked for the last time along the rows of carts, and all at once he saw between three other horses fastened to the railings he saw Malek-Adel!
This was what Panteley Eremyitch said to Perfishka: this was how his tongue spoke; but at heart he was not so completely at peace as he declared. Alas! in his heart of hearts he was not perfectly convinced that the horse he had brought back was really Malek-Adel! Troubled times followed for Panteley Eremyitch. Peace was just the last thing he enjoyed.
I got the better of your father; I broke his horns a warning to you; take care! 'Don't talk of my father, Nikolai Eremyitch. 'Get away! who are you to give me orders? 'I tell you, don't talk of him! 'And I tell you, don't forget yourself.... However necessary you think yourself, if our lady has a choice between us, it's not you'll be kept, my dear!
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