red hair . . . one wall eye, a fang protruding from his mouth ... He appeared to be left-handed, as he fetched the house manager a shattering clout on his other ear. The sky rumbled again in reply and rain started to drench the wooden roof. 'Look here, corn . . .' whispered Varenukha, staggering. It at once occurred to him that the word ' comrades
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