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Page 79
He spoke for some reason in the plural , but quite seriously : ' We shall get a fee . How much , now ? What do you think ? A thousand roubles for both of us ? Or , perhaps , more ? ' ' More , ' I said . ' Fifteen hundred !
He spoke for some reason in the plural , but quite seriously : ' We shall get a fee . How much , now ? What do you think ? A thousand roubles for both of us ? Or , perhaps , more ? ' ' More , ' I said . ' Fifteen hundred !
Page 80
thousand would be reduced to seven hundred roubles ; sometimes it would be the question of an air - gun . Bagritsky enjoyed these mythical calculations . I was drawn into the game . I was only a little uncertain about the sum of five ...
thousand would be reduced to seven hundred roubles ; sometimes it would be the question of an air - gun . Bagritsky enjoyed these mythical calculations . I was drawn into the game . I was only a little uncertain about the sum of five ...
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You are the astutest man in the world and yet you've been entirely hood - winked by Syoma - a hundred per cent fibber and gimcrack . ' As a matter of fact , Syoma was not a fibber and he was not im- pudent .
You are the astutest man in the world and yet you've been entirely hood - winked by Syoma - a hundred per cent fibber and gimcrack . ' As a matter of fact , Syoma was not a fibber and he was not im- pudent .
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