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NEKHLUDOFF VISITS MASLOVA. g wagon for sale
Maslova looked round, and with head thrown back and expandedchest, came up to the net with that expression of readiness whichhe well knew, pushed in between two prisoners, and gazed atNekhludoff with a surprised and questioning look. But, concludingfrom his clothing he was a rich man, she smiled.
"Is it me you want?" she asked, bringing her smiling face, withthe slightly squinting eyes, nearer the net.
"I, I,I wished to see "Nekhludoff did not know how to addressher. "I wished to see you,I," He was not speaking louder thanusual. f wiggins meakin
"No; nonsense, I tell you!" shouted the tramp who stood next tohim. "Have you taken it or not?"
"Dying, I tell you; what more do you want?" some one else wasscreaming at his other side. Maslova could not hear whatNekhludoff was saying, but the expression of his face as he wasspeaking reminded her of him. She did not believe her own eyes;still the smile vanished from her face and a deep line ofsuffering appeared on her brow.