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SOFA FOR SALE : his load, straightened himself, took out of his tail-pocket a snuff- box, and with round eyes began helping himself to a pinch of dry trefoil mixed with ashes. At the entrance of this noisy party the fat man had at first knitted his brows and risen from his seat, but, seeing sofa for sale it was, he smiled, and only told them not to sofa for sale 'There's a sportsman,' said he, 'asleep in the next room.' 'What sort of sportsman?' two of them asked with one voice. 'A gentleman.' 'Ah!' 'Let them make a row,' said the man with the plush collar, waving his arms; 'what do I care, so long as they don't touch me? They've turned me into a stoker....' 'A stoker! a stoker!' the others put in gleefully. 'It's the mistress's orders,' he went on, with a shrug of his
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SOFA FOR SALE : enough, but never a halfpenny of rent did the masters see from you, and you never earned a farthing for yourself, you just managed to crawl home again and you've never had a new rag on you since.' 'Ah, well, sofa for sale could one do! Konstantin Narkizitch,' responded Kuprya; 'a man falls in love--a man's ruined and done for! You go through what I have, Konstantin Narkizitch, before you blame me!' 'And you picked out a nice one to fall in love with!--a regular fright.' 'No, you must not sofa for sale that, Konstantin Narkizitch.' 'Who's going to believe that? I've seen her, you know; I saw her with my own eyes last year in Moscow.' 'Last year she had gone off a little certainly,' observed Kuprya. 'No, gentlemen, I tell you what,' a tall, thin man, with a face spotted
SOFA FOR SALE : with pimples, a valet probably, from his frizzed and pomatumed head, remarked in a careless and disdainful voice; 'let Kuprya Afanasyitch sing us his song. Come on, now; begin, Kuprya Afanasyitch. 'Yes! yes!' put in the others. 'Hoorah for Alexandra! That's one for Kuprya; 'pon my soul ... Sing away, Kuprya!... You're a regular brick, Alexandra!' (Serfs often use feminine terminations in sofa for sale to a man as an expression of endearment.) 'Sing away!' 'This is not the place to sing,' Kuprya replied firmly; 'this is the manor counting-house.' 'And what's that to do with you? you've got your eye on a place as clerk, eh?' answered Konstantin with a coarse laugh. 'That's what it is!' 'Everything rests with the mistress,' observed the poor wretch. 'There, that's sofa for sale he's got his eye on! a fellow like him! oo! oo! a!'
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