"Youse ain't
fit to kiss me right here." And, turning her back around to her
foe, she loudly slapped herself below the spine. "Right here!
Here!"
While the other, infuriated, squealed in answer:
"You lie, you slut, for I am fit, I am fit!"
Lichonin utilized the minute. As though he had just recalled
something, he hurriedly jumped up from the bench and called out:
"Wait for me, Aunty Luckeriya, I'll come in three minutes!" and
dived through the living ring of spectators.
"Master! Master!" his neighbour cried after him: "Come back the
quickest you can, now! I've one little word to say to you."
Having turned the corner, he for some time racked his head trying
to recall what it was that he absolutely had to do, now, this very
minute. And again, in the very depths of his soul, he knew just
what he had to do, but he procrastinated confessing this to his
own self. It was already a clear, bright day, about nine or ten
o'clock. Janitors were watering the streets with rubber hose.
Flower girls were sitting on the squares and near the gates of the
boulevards, with roses, stock-gillyflowers and narcissi.
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