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n the floor and shouted, "No! You can't bribe me, I'm an honest woman. Just you wait, I'll tell everybody you wanted to bribe me. No! This is a madhouse...." And she went out, slamming the door.
"What's wrong with her? Good Lord, what's wrong with her?" muttered Anton Petrovich in confusion, and, stepping rapidly to the door, shrieked after the maid, "Get out this minute, get out of this house!"
"That's the third person I've thrown out," he thought, his whole body trembling. "And now there is no one to bring me my coffee."
He spent a long time washing and changing, and then sat in the cafe" across the street, glan