Old cabbies hear very many
things, because to the cabby, sitting in front, everything is
readily audible, which is not at all suspected by the conversing
fares; and many things do the old cabbies know of that which takes
place among people. Who knows, perhaps he had heard more than once
even more disordered, more lofty speeches?
It seemed to Liubka for some reason that Lichonin had grown angry
at her, or that he was growing jealous beforehand of some
imaginary rival. He was declaiming with entirely too much noise
and agitation. She became perfectly awake, turned her face to
Lichonin with wide open, uncomprehending, and at the same time
submissive eyes, and slightly touched his right hand, lying on her
waist, with her fingers.
"Don't get angry, my sweetie. I'll never exchange you for another.
Here's my word of honour, honest to God! My word of honour, that I
never will! Don't you think I feel you're wanting to take care of
me? Do you think I don't understand? Why, you're such an
attractive, nice little young fellow. There, now, if you were an
old man and homely.
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