However, I warn you, that if you think of talking
that way to me again, take your eyeglasses off."
"What's this stuff?" exclaimed Boris, raising his shoulders high
and snorting through his nose. "What eyeglasses? Why eyeglasses?"
But mechanically, with two extended fingers, he fixed the bow of
the PINCE-NEZ on the bridge of his nose.
"Because I'm going to hit you, and the pieces may get in your
eye," said the reporter unconcernedly.
Despite the unexpectedness of such a turn of the quarrel, nobody
started laughing. Only Little White Manka oh'd in astonishment and
clapped her hands. Jennie, with avid impatience, shifted her eyes
from one to the other.
"Well, now! I'll give you change back myself so's you won't like
it!" roughly, altogether boyishly, cried out Sobashnikov. "Only
it's not worth while mussing one's hands with every ..." he wanted
to add a new invective, but decided not to, "with every ... And
besides, comrades, I do not intend to stay here any longer. I am
too well brought up to be hail-fellow-well-met with such persons."
He rapidly and haughtily walked to the door.
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