She would say:
"Yes-ss, n-no, as you wish." And when one of the young ladies
dropped a handkerchief on the floor, she hurriedly made a dash to
pick it up.
One of the maidens, red, stout, and with a bass voice, whose face,
all in all, consisted of only a pair of red cheeks, out of which
mirth-provokingly peeped out a hint at an upturned nose, and with
a pair of little black eyes, like tiny raisins, sparkling out of
their depths, was inspecting Liubka from head to feet, as though
through an imaginary lorgnette; directing over her a glance which
said nothing, but was contemptuous. "Why, I haven't been getting
anybody away from her," thought Liubka guiltily. But another was
so tactless, that she--perhaps for the first time for her, but the
hundredth for Liubka--began a conversation about: how had she
happened upon the path of prostitution? This was a bustling young
lady, pale, very pretty, ethereal; all in little light curls, with
the air of a spoiled kitten and even a little pink cat's bow on
her neck.
"But tell me, who was this scoundrel, now ... who was the first to
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