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SOFA DIRECT : The poor wretch hung his head.... sofa direct yawned and laid his head on the table. The rain still persisted. I was waiting to see what would happen. Suddenly the peasant stood erect. His eyes were glittering, and his face flushed dark red. 'Come, then, here; strike yourself, here,' he began, his eyes puckering up and the corners of his mouth dropping; 'come, cursed destroyer of men's souls! drink Christian blood, drink.' The forester turned round. 'I'm speaking to you, Asiatic, blood-sucker, you!' 'Are you drunk or what, to set to being abusive?' began the forester, puzzled. 'Are you out of your senses, hey?' 'Drunk! not at your expense, cursed destroyer of souls--brute, brute, brute!' 'Ah, you----I'll sofa direct you!' 'What's that to me? It's all one; I'm done for; what can I do without a
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