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"Here they are; the deeds about the damned houses!"
"Ah! You . . . vagabond! And you pretend to have been a
soldier, too!" And Kuvalda did not cease to belabor him with
his tongue, as he snatched the blue parchment from his hands.
Then, spreading the papers out in front of him, and excited
all the more by Vaviloff's inquisitiveness, the Captain began
reading and bellowing at the same time. At last he got up
resolutely, and went to the door, leaving all the papers on
the bar, and saying to Vaviloff:
"Wait! Don't lift them!"
Vaviloff gathered them lip, put them into the cashbox, and
locked it, then felt the lock with his hand, to see if it were
secure. After that, he scratched his bald head, thoughtfully,
and went up on the roof of the eating-house. There he saw the
Captain measuring the front of the house, and watched him
anxiously, as he snapped his fingers, and began measuring the
same line over again. Vaviloff's face lit up suddenly, and he
smiled happily.
"Aristid, Fomich, is it possible?" he shouted, when the Captain
came opposite to him.
"Of course it is possible. There is more than one short in the
front alone, and as to the depth I shall see immediately."
"The depth . . . seventy-three feet."
"What? Have you guessed, you shaved, ugly face?"
"Of course, Aristid Fomich! If you have eyes you can see a
thing or two," shouted Vaviloff joyfully.
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