"He's in love, in love like a cat, and do you know it began with hatred.

He hated Lizaveta Nikolaevna at first so much, for riding on horseback that he almost swore aloud at her in the street.

Yes, he did abuse her! Only the day before yesterday he swore at her when she rode by--luckily she didn't hear.

And, suddenly, to-day--poetry! Do you know he means to risk a proposal?
Seriously! Seriously!" "I wonder at you, Liputin; whenever there's anything nasty going on you're always on the spot taking a leading part in it," I said angrily.
"You're going rather far, Mr.G----v.

Isn't your poor little heart quaking, perhaps, in terror of a rival ?" "Wha-at!" I cried, standing still.
"Well, now to punish you I won't say anything more, and wouldn't you like to know though?
Take this alone, that that lout is not a simple captain now but a landowner of our province, and rather an important one, too, for Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch sold him all his estate the other day, formerly of two hundred serfs; and as God's above, I'm not lying.
I've only just heard it, but it was from a most reliable source.