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them? No, just imagine, what will happen now! All the newspapers will take it up…. Dis-grrrace! All Russia will hear of it…. I won’t let that scoundrel off!”

And raising his hands which held the newspaper to his head, the editor stood rooted to the spot, as though endeavoring to wrap his head in the paper, and thus protect it from the anticipated disgrace.

“Find him first,…” advised the publisher, with a dry laugh.

“I’ll f-find him, sir! I’ll f-find him!”—the editor’s eyes blazed, and starting on his gallop once more, and pressing the newspaper to his breast, he began to tousle it fiercely.—”I’ll 杭州男士全身精油按摩 find him, and I’ll roast him…. And where’s that proof-reader?… Aha!… Here…. Now, sir, I beg that you will favor me with your company, my dear sirs! Hm!… ‘The peaceful commanders of the leaden 杭州spa armies …’ ha, ha! Pass in … there, that’s it!”

One after another the compositors entered the room. They already knew what the trouble was, and each one of them had prepared himself to play the part of the culprit, in view of which fact, they all unanimously expressed in their grimy faces, impregnated with lead dust, complete immobility and a sort of wooden composure. They huddled together, in the corner of the room, in a dense group. The editor halted in front of them, with his hands, clutching 杭州滨江按摩不正规的 the newspaper, thrown behind his back. He was shorter in stature than they, and he was obliged to hold[Pg 295] back his head, in order to look them in the face. He made this movement too quickly, and his spectacles flew up on his forehead; thinking that they were about to fall, he flung his hand into the air to catch them, but, at that moment, they fell back again on the bridge of his 杭州桑拿网百花 nose.

“Devil take you…” he gritted his teeth.

Happy smiles beamed on the grimy countenances of the compositors. Someone uttered a suppressed laugh.

“I have not summoned you hither that you may show your teeth at me!”—shouted the editor viciously, turning livid.—”I should think you had disgraced the newspaper enough already…. If there be an honest man among you, who understands what a newspaper is, what the press is, let him tell who was the 杭州油压就做什么 author of this…. In the leading article….” The editor began nervously to unfold the paper.

“But what’s it all about?” said a voice, in which nothing but simple curiosity was audible.

“Ah! You don’t know? Well, then … here … ‘Our factory legislation has always served the press as a subject for hot discussion … that is to say, for the talking of stupid trash and nonsense!…’ There, now! Are you satisfied? Will the man who added that ‘talking’ be pleased … and, particularly—the 杭州spa按摩经历 word ‘talking’! how grammatical and witty!—well, sirs, which of you is the author of that ‘stupid trash and non-sense’?”

“Whose article is it? Yours? Well, and you are the author of all the nonsense that is said in it,”—rang out the same calm voice which had p