I fear, Pavlo, there will never be peace in the world until the talkers are hoarse." "How did you get here ?" asked Paul, who was always businesslike.
"I brought a pack on my back and sold cotton.

I made myself known to the starosta, and he communicated with good Karl here." "Did you learn any thing in the village ?" asked Paul.
"No; they suspected me.

They would not talk.

But I understand them, Pavlo, these poor simple fools.

A pebble in the stream would turn the current of their convictions.