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"Why--don't they ad on When the mass is over, you'll be

ad crowd A man in

tattered clothes, crumpled hat, with bare feet and red stripes

all over his face, detached himself from the crowd, and turned

towards the prison

"Now, then, where are you going?" shouted the sentinel with the

gun

"And you hold your row," answered the tramp, not in the least

abashed by the sentinel's words, and turned back "Well, if

you'll not let me in, I'll wait But, no! Must needs shout, as if

he were a general"

The crowd laughed approvingly The visitors were, for the greater

part, badly-dressed people; so men and women Next to Nekhludoff stood

a clean-shaven, stout, and red-cheeked arments This was the doorkeeper of

a bank; he had coood-natured fellow told Nekhludoff the whole story

of his life, and was going to question him in turn, when their

attention was aroused by a student and a veiled lady, who drove

up in a trap, with rubber tyres, drawn by a large thoroughbred

horse The student was holding a large bundle He caive the rolls he had