" "Ah, what a night!" said Veslovsky, looking out at the edge of the hut and the unharnessed wagonette that could be seen in the faint light of the evening glow in the great frame of the open doors.

" But listen, there are women's voices singing, and, on my word, not badly too.

Who's that singing, my friend?" "That's the maids from hard by here.

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