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Rh 'Well, now we can get along by ourselves,' said Selifan, 'you can run home.'

He stopped and helped her to get down, muttering through his teeth: 'Oh, you grubby legs!'

Tchitchikov gave her a copper and she sauntered home, highly delighted at having had a ride on the box.