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 entered the drugstore at his regular hour, somewhat absorbed in thought.

“So, then, that rascal is dead?” asked the clerk suddenly.

“Horáček?—Well, yes!”

“And what did he die of?”

“Well, now—perhaps we’ll say in the records that he was stricken with apoplexy.”

“So! Well, after all, it’s a good thing that he didn’t run up a lot of bills for medicines, the rascal!”