He supposed it was always safe to follow Schmidt's lead, when he followed any one.
"Of course it is," chimed in the insignificant Anna.
"You--you minx--you flatter-cat, you little serpent!" cried Akulina, speaking three languages at once in her excitement.

"Go--get along--go to your work--" "No, no, stay!" exclaimed the Cossack authoritatively.

"Do you know what this is ?" he asked of all present again.

"Our good mistress, here, has for some reason or other been trying to make the Count worse by having sham letters posted to him from home--" "It is a lie! A base, abominable lie! Turn the man out, Christian Gregorovitch! Turn him out, or send for the police." "Turn him out yourself," answered the tobacconist phlegmatically.
"Posted to him from home," continued the Cossack, "and telling him that his father and brother are dead and that he has come into property and the like.

What do you think of that ?" "It is a shame," growled Dumnoff, beginning to understand.
The girl laughed foolishly.
"I swear to you," began Akulina, crimson with anger.