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He started pulling a glove off one hand. The glove was new and fit snugly. Anton Petrovich kept jerking his head and muttering mechanically, "Go away immediately. This is dreadful. Go away...."
"I'm going, I'm going, Anton," said Berg, squaring his broad shoulders as he leisurely got into his jacket.
If I hit him, he'll hit me too, Anton Petrovich thought in a flash. He pulled off the glove with a final yank and threw it awkwardly at Berg. The glove slapped against the wall and dropped into the wash-stand pitcher.
"Good shot," said Berg.
He took his hat and cane, and headed past Anton Petrovich toward the door. "All the same, you'll have to