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SOFA PRICE : ugly face, animated by his swift ride, glowed with hardihood and determination. Without even a switch in his hand, he had, without the slightest hesitation, rushed out into the night alone to face a wolf.... 'What a splendid fellow!' I thought, looking at him. 'Have you seen any wolves, then?' asked the trembling Kostya. 'There are always a good many of them here,' answered Pavel; 'but they are only troublesome in the winter.' He crouched down again before the fire. As he sat down sofa price the ground, he laid his hand sofa price the shaggy head of one of the dogs. For a long while the flattered brute did not turn his head, gazing sidewise with grateful pride at Pavlusha. Vanya lay down under his rug again. 'What dreadful things you were telling us, Ilyusha!' began Fedya, whose
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