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The Jew by now could not even groan; his face was rapidly turning livid, and even the expression of fear had vanished from it. His hands dropped and hung lifeless, his whole body, furiously shaken by Tchertop-hanov, waved backwards and forwards like a reed.
In the corners stood pipestands and guns; from the ceiling hung fat black cobwebs. 'A, B, C, D, Tchertop-hanov repeated slowly, and suddenly he cried furiously: 'E! E! E! E!... What a stupid brute!...
'Sure to have been a rascal, your ex-shelency. 'And, I say, what did he say, this rascal? had he had the horse long? 'I recollect he said he'd had it a long while. 'Well, then, no one could have stolen him but he! Consider it yourself, listen, stand here!... What's your name? The Jew started and turned his little black eyes upon Tchertop-hanov. 'What's my name?
...'I can't, repeated Masha; 'I am so sad at heart... devoured by weariness. Little by little her face assumed such an indifferent, almost drowsy expression, that Tchertop-hanov asked her if they had not drugged her with laudanum. 'It's weariness, she said for the tenth time. 'Then what if I kill you? he cried suddenly, and he pulled the pistol out of his pocket.
'Masha, Tchertop-hanov asked, 'don't you think we ought to give our visitor some entertainment, eh? 'We've got some jam, she replied. 'Well, bring the jam here, and some vodka, too, while you're about it. And, I say, Masha, he shouted after her, 'bring the guitar in too. 'What's the guitar for? I'm not going to sing. 'Why? 'I don't want to. 'Oh, nonsense; you'll want to when....
Tchertop-hanov could not at once fit the key into the lock his hands were shaking and he did not immediately turn the key.... He stood motionless, holding his breath; if only something would stir inside! 'Malek! Malek! he cried, in a low voice: the silence of death! Tchertop-hanov unconsciously jogged the key; the door creaked and opened.... So, it was not locked.
'Don't disturb yourself, don't disturb yourself, he lisped. We sat down. Tchertop-hanov went into the next room. 'You have been for some time in our neighbourhood, began Nedopyuskin in a subdued voice, coughing discreetly into his hand, and holding his fingers before his lips from a feeling of propriety. 'I came last month. 'Indeed. We were silent for a little.
'And he was not with the Cossack, Tchertop-hanov went on, still not turning his head, and in the same bass voice, 'but with a gypsy horse-dealer; I, of course, at once took hold of my horse and tried to get him away by force, but the brute of a gypsy started yelling as if he'd been scalded, all over the market, and began swearing he'd bought the horse off another gypsy and wanted to bring witnesses to prove it.... I spat, and paid him the money: damn the fellow!
And he received this sum in the very nick, as they say, of time; the day before the Jew was to come. Tchertop-hanov almost went out of his mind with joy, but he never even thought of vodka; from the very day Malek-Adel came into his hands he had not touched a drop.
'And who are you to give orders? he said through his nose, drooping his eyelids scornfully; 'who may you be, allow me to inquire? a queer fish, upon my word! Tchertop-hanov exploded like gunpowder at a spark. He was choked with fury.
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