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In Soplicowo there was a great commotion; but neither the barking

of the dogs, nor the neighing of the horses and the creaking of

the carts, nor the blare of the horns that gave the signal for

the hunt could stir Thaddeus from his bed; falling fully dressed

on his couch, he had slept like a marmot in its burrow. None of

the young men thought of looking for him in the yard; every one

was occupied with his own affairs and was hurrying to his

appointed place; they entirely forgot their sleeping comrade.