Mister Captain

Ilya petrovitch, the head clerk, was beginning anxiously, but stopped short. He knew from experience that the enraged assistant could not be stopped, except by force. As for the smart lady, at first she positively trembled before the storm. She moved uneasily and curtsied incessantly,. waiting impatiently for a chance of putting in her word. And at last she found it. There was no sort of noise or fighting in my house, mister captain. But he came quite tipsy and asked for three bottles again. And his honour came drunk. And i am not to blame. I always, always dislike any scandal myself.

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