Since you have taken the money, you have no right to refuse." "Go, go to the devil! If you won't, I'll give the alarm this moment.
Take yourselves off quickly, I say!" "My lord, my lord, let us go! in God's name let us go! Curse him! May he dream such things that he will have to spit," cried poor Yankel.
Bulba turned slowly, with drooping head, and retraced his steps, followed by the complaints of Yankel who was sorrowing at the thought of the wasted ducats.
"Why be angry?
Let the dog curse.

That race cannot help cursing.

Oh, woe is me, what luck God sends to some people! A hundred ducats merely for driving us off! And our brother: they have torn off his ear-locks, and they made wounds on his face that you cannot bear to look at, and yet no one will give him a hundred gold pieces.

O heavens! Merciful God!" But this failure made a much deeper impression on Bulba, expressed by a devouring flame in his eyes.
"Let us go," he said, suddenly, as if arousing himself; "let us go to the square.

I want to see how they will torture him." "Oh, my lord! why go?
That will do us no good now." "Let us go," said Bulba, obstinately; and the Jew followed him, sighing like a nurse.
The square on which the execution was to take place was not hard to find: for the people were thronging thither from all quarters.