"A certain aplomb,
condescension, a professorial tone ... The scurvy penny-a-liner!
The free-lunch grafter!"
Jennie, who had all the time been looking intently at the student,
gaily and maliciously flashing with her sparkling dark eyes,
suddenly began to clap her hands.
"That's the way! Bravo, little student! Bravo, bravo, bravo! ...
That's the way, give it to him good! ... Really, what sort of a
disgrace is this! When he'll come, now, I'll repeat everything to
him."
"I--if you please! A--as much as you like!" Sobashnikov drawled
out like an actor, making superciliously squeamish creases about
his mouth. "I shall repeat the very same things myself."
"There's a fine fellow, now,--I love you for that!" exclaimed
Jennie joyously and maliciously, striking her fist on the table.
"You can tell an owl at once by its flight, a good man by his
snot!"
Little White Manya and Tamara looked at Jennie with wonder, but,
noting the evil little lights leaping in her eyes and her
nervously quivering nostrils, they both understood and smiled.
Little White Manya, laughing, shook her head reproachfully.
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