Further Foolishness by Stephen Leacock
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"Who is she?" asked Serge. "What has she done?" and as he spoke he could still see the girl's face, and the look upon it, and a great fire went sweeping through his veins. "She is Olga Ileyitch," answered Itch, "She made the bomb that killed Popoff, the inspector, and now they will hang her and she will die." "Defend us!" murmured Yump, as she heaped more clay upon the stove. CHAPTER II Serge went to Moscow. He entered the Teknik. He became a student. He learned geography from Stoj, the professor, astrography from Fudj, the assistant, together with giliodesy, orgastrophy and other native Russian studies. All day he worked. His industry was unflagging. His instructors were enthusiastic. "If he goes on like this," they said, "he will some day know something." "It is marvellous," said one. "If he continues thus, he will be a professor." "He is too young," said Stoj, shaking his head. "He has |
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