The guest vanished so quickly that after a moment Persikov, who was shaking with rage, was not sure whether he had been a hallucination or not.
His galoshes?" Persikov yelled a moment later in the hall.
The gentleman forgot them, sir," replied a quaking Maria Stepanovna.
Throw them out!" "How can I? The gentleman's bound to come back for them." "Hand them over to the house committee.
And get a receipt.
Don't let me ever set eyes on them again! Take them to the committee! Let them have that spy's galoshes!" Maria Stepanovna crossed herself, picked up the splendid leather galoshes and took them out of the back door.
She stood outside for a while, then hid the galoshes in the pantry.
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