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Was it possible to imagine so absurd and cynical a juxtaposition?" He brought his fist down heavily on the kitchen stove, hurt his hand and sent one of the bricks flying.He glanced timidly at Avdotya Romanovna, but her proud countenance wore at that moment an expression of such gratitude and friendliness, such complete and unlooked-for respect (in place of the sneering looks and ill-disguised contempt he had expected), that it threw him into greater coach outlet stores confusion than if he had been met with abuse.
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Was it possible to imagine so absurd and cynical a juxtaposition?" He brought his fist down heavily on the kitchen stove, hurt his hand and sent one of the bricks flying.He glanced timidly at Avdotya Romanovna, but her proud countenance wore at that moment an expression of such gratitude and friendliness, such complete and unlooked-for respect (in place of the sneering looks and ill-disguised contempt he had expected), that it threw him into greater coach outlet stores confusion than if he had been met with abuse.