.. I didn't advise you anything. What are you
lying on me for, just as though I was dead... Well, all right
then--let's go."
Emma Edwardovna had already known for a long while about the
return of Liubka; and had even seen her at that moment when she
had passed through the yard of the house, looking all around her.
At soul she was not at all against taking Liubka back. It must be
said, that she had even let her go only because she had been
tempted by the money, one-half of which she had appropriated for
herself. And in addition to that, she had reckoned that with the
present seasonal influx of new prostitutes she would have a large
choice; in which, however, she had made a mistake, because the
season had terminated abruptly. But in any case, she had firmly
resolved to take Liubka. Only it was necessary, for the
preservation and rounding out of prestige, to give her a scare
befittingly.
"Wha-at?" she began to yell at Liubka, scarcely having heard her
out, babbling in confusion. "You want to be taken on again? ...
You wallowed the devil knows with whom in the streets, under the
fences; and now, you scum, you're again shoving your way into a
respectable, decent establishment! .
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