They would halt her, and she would pretend to feel insulted, and would remonstrate with them, and then walk off blushing, proud of her clever ruse.

She began to enjoy the fun of the game.
Vyesovshchikov was not taken back to the factory, and went to work for a lumberman.

The whole day long he drove about the village with a pair of black horses pulling planks and beams after them.

The mother saw him almost daily with the horses as they plodded along the road, their feet trembling under the strain and dropping heavily upon the ground.

They were both old and bare-boned, their heads shook wearily and sadly, and their dull, jaded eyes blinked heavily.