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It's all right, said he.
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Abdulka is a kind man. At first he really did order fetters to be riveted on my legs, and was even preparing to impale me on a stake. But I explained to him why I had come. 'Do not expect any ransom from me,' said I. 'I haven't a farthing to my name--and I have no relatives.'--Abdulka was amazed; he stared at me with his solitary eye.-'Well,' says he, 'thou art the chief of heroes, Russian! Am I to believe thee?'--'Believe me,' said I; 'I never lie' (and Mísha really never did lie).--Abdulka looked at me again.-'And dost thou know how to drink wine?'-'I do,' said I; 'as much as thou wilt give, so much will I drink.'--Again Abdulka was astonished, and mentioned Allah. And then he ordered his daughter, or some pretty maiden, whoever she was,--anyhow, she had the gaze of a jackal,--to fetch a leathern bottle of wine.--And I set to work.--'But thy sabre is spurious,' says he; 'here, take this genuine one. And now thou and I are friends.'--And you have lost your wager, gentlemen, so pay up.