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. I can't, I can't by any means. Here is your paper. I can't sign it.

. Father, pity us, take mercy on us!

. Why do you do so? This is an offence.

. There is no offence meant, friends. I told you then, in the summer, "If you want to, all right!" You did not want to, and now I cannot.

. Father, have mercy on us! How are we to live? The land is small: there is not enough room to drive out a cow, nay, a chick, let me say. (Leoníd Fédorovich walks away and stops in the door.)

(tightly laced, wearing a hat). So shall I take them?

. Take them if the symptoms are repeated. Above everything else, conduct yourself properly. How can you expect thick syrup to pass through a capillary tube, especially if you compress that tube? Impossible! Just so it is with the biliary ducts. This is all very simple.

. Well, all right, all right.

. You say it is all right, and go on as of old. Madam, you can't do it, you can't. Well, goodbye!

. Not good-bye, but au revoir. I shall be waiting for you in the evening,—without you I sha'n't risk it.