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ad some more vodka and the room went into a spin. The gliding chessboard seemed on the point of colliding with the bottles; the botdes, together with the table, set off toward die couch; the couch with mysterious Adelaida Albertovna headed for the window; and the window also started to move. This accursed motion was somehow connected with Berg, and had to be stopped—stopped at once, trampled upon, torn, destroyed....
"I want you to be my second," began Anton Petrovich, and was dimly aware that the phrase sounded oddly truncated but could not correct that flaw.
"Second what?" said Mityushin absently, glancing askance at the chessboard, over which Gnushke's hand hun