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 			<p>“What? You mean to say that we should spend the whole in two months?”</p>
 			<p>“Certainly. Does that surprise you very much? Ah, <i xml:lang="fr">vil esclave</i>! Why, one month of that life would be better than all your previous existence. One month⁠—<i xml:lang="fr">et après, le déluge! Mais tu ne peux comprendre. Va!</i> Away, away! You are not worth it.⁠—<i xml:lang="fr">Ah, que fais-tu?</i>”</p>
 			<p>For, while drawing on the other stocking, I had felt constrained to kiss her. Immediately she shrunk back, kicked me in the face with her toes, and turned me neck and crop out of the room.</p>
-			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, mon</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>’,” she called after me, “<i xml:lang="fr">je t’attends, si tu veux.</i> I start in a quarter of an hour’s time.”</p>
+			<p>“<i xml:lang="fr">Eh bien, mon</i> ‘<i xml:lang="ru-Latn">utchitel</i>,’ ” she called after me, “<i xml:lang="fr">je t’attends, si tu veux.</i> I start in a quarter of an hour’s time.”</p>
 			<p>I returned to my own room with my head in a whirl. It was not my fault that Polina had thrown a packet in my face, and preferred <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Astley to myself. A few banknotes were still fluttering about the floor, and I picked them up. At that moment the door opened, and the landlord appeared⁠—a person who, until now, had never bestowed upon me so much as a glance. He had come to know if I would prefer to move to a lower floor⁠—to a suite which had just been tenanted by Count <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:personal-name">V.</abbr></p>
 			<p>For a moment I reflected.</p>
 			<p>“No!” I shouted. “My account, please, for in ten minutes I shall be gone.”</p>