Then he went out of the room for just one
minute, as though on business of his own, and vanished forever.
The stern, cross-eyed porter beat her with contentment, long, in
silence, with a business-like air; breathing hard and covering up
Liubka's mouth with his hand. But in the end, having become
convinced, probably, that the fault was not hers, but the guest's,
he took her purse, in which was a rouble with some small change,
away from her; and took as security her rather cheap little hat
and small outer jacket.
Another man of forty-five years, not at all badly dressed, having
tortured the girl for some two hours, paid for the room and gave
her 80 kopecks; but when she started to complain, he with a
ferocious face put an enormous red-haired fist up to her very
nose, the first thing, and said decisively:
"You just snivel a bit more to me... I'll snivel you... I'll yell
for the police, now, and say that you robbed me when I was
sleeping. Want me to? Is it long since you've been in a station
house?"
And went away.
And of such cases there were many.
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