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fused a cakelike aroma all around. The flames flared up
again, lighting the animated, delighted, exhausted faces of
the spectators.
The man in the frieze coat raised his arms and shouted:
‘It’s fine, lads! Now it’s raging... It’s fine!’
‘That’s the owner himself,’ cried several voices.
‘Well then,’ continued Prince Andrew to Alpatych, ‘re-
port to them as I have told you”; and not replying a word to
Berg who was now mute beside him, he touched his horse
and rode down the side street.

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