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s in the windows. There was a tavern at the intersection of the highway and of a soft, white road leading off into the forest. Suddenly Anton Petrovich stopped.
"I'm awfully thirsty," he muttered. "I could do with a drop of something."
"Yes, wouldn't hurt," said Mityushin. Gnushke looked back and said, "They have left the road and turned into the woods."
"It will only take a minute," said Mityushin.
The three of them entered the tavern. A fat woman was wiping the counter with a rag. She scowled at them and poured three mugs of beer.
Anton Petrovich swallowed, choked slightly, and said, "Excuse me for a second."
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