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It's summer now, so I've been buying summer things--warmer

materials will be wanted for autumn, so you will have to throw

these away in any case... especially as they will be done for by

then from their own lack of coherence if not your higher standard

of luxury. Come, price them! What do you say? Two roubles

twenty-five copecks! And remember the condition: if you wear

these out, you will have another suit for nothing! They only do

business on that system at Fedyaev's; if you've bought a thing

once, you are satisfied for life, for you will never go there

again of your own free will. Now for the boots. What do you say?

You see that they are a bit worn, but they'll last a couple of

months, for it's foreign work and foreign leather; the secretary

of the English Embassy sold them last week--he had only worn them

six days, but he was very short of cash. Price--a rouble and a

half. A bargain?"

"But perhaps they won't fit," observed Nastasya.