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... If I could only keep from yawn ing again... jaws aching. If you restrain the yawn, your eyes begin watering. He was sitting with his face turned toward the window, listening to the wheels beating out the rhythm Abattoir... abattoir... abattoir...
"Here's what I advise you to do," said Gnushke. "Blaze at once. I advise you to aim at the center of his body—you have more of a chance that way."
"It's all a question of luck," said Mityushin. "If you hit him, fine, and if not, don't worry—he might miss too. A duel becomes real only after the first exchange. It is then that the interesting part begins, so to speak."
A station. Did not stop lon