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ble. There was an envelope on it. His name; Tanya's hand. Beside it, in disorder, lay his hairbrush, his comb, his shaving brush, and an ugly, stiff glove. Anton Petrovich opened the envelope. The hundred marks and nothing else. He turned it this way and that, not knowing what to do with it.
"Elspeth...."
The maid approached, glancing at him suspiciously.
"Here, take it. You were put to so much inconvenience last night, and then those other unpleasant things.... Go on, take it."
"One hundred marks?" the maid asked in a whisper, and then suddenly blushed crimson. Heaven only knows what rushed through her head, but she banged the wastebasket down o