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VINTAGE VEIL : rendered any explanation useless. One morning Akim and wife were just beginning lunch (owing to the summer work in the fields there were no travellers at the vintage veil when suddenly a cart rattled briskly along the road and pulled up sharply at the front door. Akim peeped out of window, frowned and looked down: Naum got deliberately out of vintage veil cart. Avdotya had not seen him, but when vintage veil heard his voice in the entry the spoon trembled in her hand. He told the labourers to put up the horse in the yard. At last the door opened and he walked into the room. "Good-day," he said, and took off his cap. "Good-day," Akim repeated through his teeth. "Where has God brought you from?" "I was in the neighbourhood," replied Naum, and he sat down on the bench. "I have come from your lady."
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