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A MORNING OF A LANDED PROPRIETOR
deigned to call on me, a peasant," replied Yukhvánka, casting rapid glances at the general's portrait, at the oven, at the master's boots, and at all objects except Nekhlyúdov's face. "We always pray God for 'r Grace —"
"Why are you selling a horse?" repeated Nekhlyúdov, raising his voice, and clearing his throat.
Yukhvánka sighed, shook his hair (his glance again surveyed the whole hut), and, noticing the cat that had been quietly purring on a bench, he called out to her, "Scat, you scamp!" and hurriedly turned to the master. "The horse, 'r Grace, which is useless — If it were a good animal I would not sell it, 'r Grace."
"How many horses have you in all?"
"Three, 'r Grace."
"Have you any colts?"
"Why, yes, 'r Grace! I have one colt."
