Look at it." "It was a very old wolf," remarked the Cossack, holding the skin up under the gaslight.
"Does that make it worth less ?" asked Vjera anxiously.
"Not of itself; on the contrary.

And I can mend the hole, if you have the thread and needle.

The worst thing about it all is the way the hairs fall out.

I am afraid the moths have been at it, Vjera." He shook his head gravely.

"I am afraid the moths have done a great deal of damage." "Oh, if I had only known--I would have been so careful! And to think that it might have been worth something." "It is worth something as it is, but at the pawnbroker's they will not lend much on it." He took the threaded needle, which she had not forgotten, and sitting down upon the edge of the pavement spread the skin upon his knees with the fur downwards.