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Two freshly cleaned pairs with spurs had just been placed by the wall.

The servants were bringing in jugs and basins, hot water for shaving, and their well-brushed clothes.

There was a masculine odor and a smell of tobacco.

"Hallo, Gwiska--my pipe!" came Vasili Denisov's husky voice.

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