Foo! what a flunkey's place you've been filling all this time.

I positively blushed for you." "I filling a flunkey's place ?" cried Stepan Trofimovitch, unable to restrain himself.
"Worse, you've been a parasite, that is, a voluntary flunkey too lazy to work, while you've an appetite for money.

She, too, understands all that now.

It's awful the things she's been telling me about you, anyway.

I did laugh, my boy, over your letters to her; shameful and disgusting.
But you're all so depraved, so depraved! There's always something depraving in charity--you're a good example of it!" "She showed you my letters!" "All; though, of course, one couldn't read them all.