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"How count the trees?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, laughing, still

trying to draw his friend out of his ill-temper "Count the

sands of the sea, nuht do

it"

"Oh, well, the higher power of Ryabinin can Not a single

the trees, unless

they get it given theo there every year shooting, and your forest's

worth a hundred and fifty roubles an acre paid dohile he's

giving you sixty by install

hiination run aith you," said Stepan

Arkadyevitch piteously "Why was it none would give it, then?"

"Why, because he has an understanding with the ht them off I've had to do with all of them; I know them

They're not merchants, you know: they're speculators He

wouldn't look at a bargain that gave him ten, fifteen per cent

profit, but holds back to buy a rouble's worth for twenty

kopecks"

"Well, enough of it! You're out of teloomily, as they drove up to the

house