On that day, when her landlords--a boatman and his wife--had
refused to let her have a room and just simply threw her things
out into the yard; and when she had wandered the night through on
the streets, without sleep, under the rain, hiding from the
policemen--only then, with aversion and shame, did she resolve to
turn to Lichonin's aid. But Lichonin was no longer in town
pusillanimously, he had gone away the very same day when the
unjustly wronged and disgraced Liubka had run away from the flat.
And it was in the morning that there came into her head the
desperate thought of returning into the brothel and begging
forgiveness there.
"Jennechka, you're so clever, so brave, so kind; beg Emma
Edwardovna for me--the little housekeeper will listen to you," she
implored Jennka and kissed her bare shoulders and wetted them with
tears.
"She won't listen to anybody," gloomily answered Jennka. "And you
did have to tie up with a fool and a low-down fellow like that."
"Jennechka, but you yourself advised me to," timidly retorted
Liubka.
"I advised you? .
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