"Why, I would take him, the old, dirty little beast, by the
ear, then lead him up to the mirror and show him his disgusting
snout. What? Good-looking, aren't you? And how much better you'll
be when the spit will be running out of your mouth, and you'll
cross your eyes, and begin to choke and rattle in the throat, and
to snort right in the face of the woman. And for your damned
rouble you want me to go all to pieces before you like a pancake,
and that from your nasty love my eyes should pop out onto my
forehead? Why, hit him in the snout, the skunk, in the snout!
Until there's blood!"
"O, Jennie! Stop it now! PFUI!" the susceptible Emma Edwardovna,
made indignant by her tone, stopped her.
"I won't stop!" she cut her short abruptly. But she grew quiet by
herself and wrathfully walked away with distending nostrils and
with fire in the darkened, handsome eyes.
CHAPTER VII.
Little by little the drawing room was filling. There came Roly-
Poly, long known to all Yama--a tall, thin, red-nosed, gray old
man, in the uniform of a forest ranger, in high boots, with a
wooden yard-stick always sticking out of his side-pocket.
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