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The mother heard only the beginning of the woman's talk; all the rest of the words flowed together in one stream of ill-boding, hoarse sounds. Marya's thick lips flapped hastily one against the other. Snorts issued from her fleshy nose, her eyes blinked and turned from side to side as if on the lookout for somebody in the street.
Pulling off her gauntlet, Colina displayed to Marya a ring set with a gleaming opal. It was Marya's she let her understand, if she would serve her. Marya's eyes sickened with desire. She wavered but finally refused with a little moan. Terror was stronger than cupidity. Colina debated with herself. She asked Marya if the way to go was by paddling. Marya shook her head.
I heard him to the end in silence, and felt glad of one thing; he had never pronounced Marya's name. Was it because his self-love was wounded by the thought of her who had disdainfully rejected him, or was it that still within his heart yet lingered a spark of the same feeling which kept me silent?
The upshot of the conversation was that the next day at noon the mother was seen in factory yard with two pots of eatables from Marya's culinary establishment, while Marya herself transferred her base of operations to the market place. The workmen immediately noticed their new caterer. Some of them approached her and said approvingly: "Gone into business, Nilovna?"
She saw therein her son's influence. Leaving the factory, she passed the remainder of the day at Marya's house, assisting her in her work, and listening to her chatter. Late in the evening she returned home and found it bare, chilly and disagreeable. She moved about from corner to corner, unable to find a resting place, and not knowing what to do with herself.
She paused with a smile and continued: "Sour soup, gruel, all Marya's cookery, and other stuff." Pavel understood. The muscles of his face quivered with restrained laughter. He ran his fingers through his hair and said in a tender tone, such as she had never heard him use: "My own dear mother! That's good! It's good you've found something to do, so it isn't tedious for you.
Nine hundred roubles as though it were a farthing You might have left it to Dashutka she is a relation, not a stranger or else have it sent to Byelev for Marya's poor orphans. And your viper did not choke, may she be thrice accursed, the she-devil! May she never look upon the light of day!" Yakov Ivanitch called to her: it was time to begin the "Hours."
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