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Rh Andreitch did not much care to work in his coach, but he wished to make people believe he liked to work on his journeys like Thiers.) Paklin felt intimidated. Sipyagin glanced at him twice over his glossily shaven cheek, and with majestic deliberation pulled out of his side-pocket a silver cigar-case with a curly monogram on it in old Slavonic type, and offered him positively offered him a cigar, balancing it between the second and third fingers of a hand in an English glove of yellow dogskin.

'I don't smoke,' muttered Paklin.

'Ah!' responded Sipyagin, and he himself lighted the cigar, which appeared to be a most choice regalia.

'I ought to tell you dear Mr. Paklin,' he began, puffing affably at his cigar, and emitting delicate rings of fragrant smoke  'that I  am in reality  very grateful  to you. I may have seemed somewhat short  to you yesterday  though that is not  a characteristic  of mine at all' (Sipyagin intentionally cut his sentence up meaningly), 'I venture to assure you of that. But, Mr. Paklin, put yourself in my place' (Sipyagin rolled the cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other). 'The position I occupy makes me so to say