A Sportsman's Sketches, Volume 2 - Works of Ivan Turgenev, Volume 2 by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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from the floor and set it on the table.
The Wild Master glanced at Yakov, and said 'Come!' Yakov fumbled in his pockets, took out a halfpenny, and marked it with his teeth. The booth-keeper pulled from under the skirts of his long coat a new leather purse, deliberately untied the string, and shaking out a quantity of small change into his hand, picked out a new halfpenny. The Gabbler held out his dirty cap, with its broken peak hanging loose; Yakov dropped his halfpenny in, and the booth-keeper his. 'You must pick out one,' said the Wild Master, turning to the Blinkard. The Blinkard smiled complacently, took the cap in both hands, and began shaking it. For an instant a profound silence reigned; the halfpennies clinked faintly, jingling against each other. I looked round attentively; every face wore an expression of intense expectation; the Wild Master himself showed signs of uneasiness; my neighbour, even, the peasant in the tattered smock, craned his neck inquisitively. The Blinkard put his hand into the cap and took out the booth-keeper's halfpenny; every one drew a long breath. Yakov flushed, and the booth-keeper passed his hand over his hair. 'There, I said you'd begin,' cried the Gabbler; 'didn't I say so?' 'There, there, don't cluck,' remarked the Wild Master contemptuously. 'Begin,' he went on, with a nod to the booth-keeper. |
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