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I could have got no shooting now that day in any case, and so, raging inwardly, I submitted to my fate. 'And where's Sofron? Arkady Pavlitch asked him.
The coachmen began bringing in the trunks, bags, and other conveniences, trying each time to subdue the noise of their heavy boots. Meantime Arkady Pavlitch began questioning the bailiff about the crops, the sowing, and other agricultural subjects. The bailiff gave satisfactory answers, but spoke with a sort of heavy awkwardness, as though he were buttoning up his coat with benumbed fingers.
Arkady Pavlitch was alarmed in earnest at the sight of the fall of Karem, his home-made professor of the culinary art, and he sent at once to inquire whether his hands were injured. On receiving a reassuring reply to this query, his mind was set at rest immediately.
This man, as Arkady Pavlitch said, of real administrative power, was short, broad-shouldered, grey, and thick-set, with a red nose, little blue eyes, and a beard of the shape of a fan.
She was a widow, childless, and fairly well off, and lived with her brother, a retired cavalry officer, Sergei Pavlitch Volintsev. He was unmarried and looked after her property. Alexandra Pavlovna reached the village and, stopping at the last hut, a very old and low one, she called up the boy and told him to go in and ask after the health of its mistress.
All is right by your gracious favour. 'Ah, you, our father, benefactor ... and ... There, God bless me! I'm a regular fool with delight.... God bless me! I look and can't believe my eyes! Ah, our father! Arkady Pavlitch glanced at me, smiled, and asked: 'N'est-ce pas que c'est touchant? 'But, Arkady Pavlitch, your honour, resumed the indefatigable agent; 'what are you going to do?
'Ah, our father, our gracious benefactor! he began in a sing-song voice, and with a face of such deep feeling that it seemed every minute as if he would burst into tears; 'at last you have graciously deigned to come to us ... your hand, your honour's hand, he added, his lips protruded in anticipation. Arkady Pavlitch gratified his desire.
Pyenotchkin got up, flung off his cloak with a picturesque motion, and got out of the carriage, looking affably about him. The agent's wife met us with low curtseys, and came up to kiss the master's hand. Arkady Pavlitch let her kiss it to her heart's content, and mounted the steps.
Arkady Pavlitch frowned, bit his lip, and went up to the suppliants. They both prostrated themselves at his feet in silence. 'What do you want? What are you asking about? he inquired in a stern voice, a little through his nose. 'Well, what is it? Arkady Pavlitch said again; and turning at once to Sofron, 'Of what family? 'The Tobolyev family, the agent answered slowly.
'That's sure to be so; it's always the way; I've noticed it more than once. The whole year round, he's drinking and abusive, and then he falls at one's feet. 'Your honour, Arkady Pavlitch, the old man began despairingly, 'have pity, protect us; when have I been impudent? Before God Almighty, I swear it was beyond my strength.
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