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SOFA SECTIONALS : 'Not much land! He rents two hundred acres from the Hlinovsky peasants alone, and two hundred and eighty from our folks; there's more than three hundred and seventy-five acres he's got. And he doesn't only traffic in land; he does a trade in horses and stock, and pitch, and butter, and hemp, and one thing and the other.... He's sharp, awfully sharp, and rich too, the beast! But what's bad--he beats them. sofa sectionals a brute, not a man; a dog, I tell you; a cur, a regular cur; that's what he is!' 'How is it they don't make complaints of him?' 'I dare say, the master'd be pleased! There's no arrears; so what does he care? Yes, you'd better,' he added, after a brief pause; 'I should advise you to complain! No, he'd sofa sectionals you know ... yes, you'd better try
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