"What's asked of us in the village, that I know, but
anything more I don't know. I can cook a little ... I lived at the
priest's--cooked for him."
"That's splendid! That's excellent!" Lichonin grew joyous. "I will
assist you, you'll open a dining room ... A cheap dining room, you
understand ... I'll advertise it for you ... The students will
come! That's magnificent! ..."
"That's enough of making fun of me!" retorted Liuba, a bit
offended, and again looked askance and questioningly at Jennie.
"He's not joking," answered Jennie with a voice which quavered
strangely. "He's in earnest, seriously."
"Here's my word of honour that I'm serious! Honest to God,
now!" the student caught her up with warmth and for some reason
even made the sign of the cross in the direction of the empty
corner.
"And really," said Jennie, "take Liubka. That's not the same thing
as taking me. I'm like an old dragoon's nag, and used to it. You
can't make me over, neither with hay nor a stick. But Liubka is a
simple girl and a kind one. And she hasn't grown used to our life
yet.
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