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"I must tell you, Rodya, I dine like this here every day now," he

mumbled with his mouth full of beef, "and it's all Pashenka, your

dear little landlady, who sees to that; she loves to do anything

for me. I don't ask for it, but, of course, I don't object. And

here's Nastasya with the tea. She is a quick girl. Nastasya, my

dear, won't you have some beer?"

"Get along with your nonsense!"

"A cup of tea, then?"

"A cup of tea, maybe."

"Pour it out. Stay, I'll pour it out myself. Sit down."