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Punin was silent for a while. 'One of the old poets? The real ones? he asked at last. 'No; a new one. 'A new one? Punin repeated mistrustfully. 'Pushkin, I answered. I suddenly thought of the Gypsies which Tarhov had mentioned not long before. There, by the way, is the ballad about the old husband.
Then, when they saw the girl skipping along the shore with kelp in her hands they said, mistrustfully, that she was "marked" for the sea, beyond the shadow of a doubt. "She hears well enough, when the sea speaks," Zinie Shadd averred. He had caught her listening in a shell with an intent expression.
He began by stopping short in the doorway, staring about him with offensive and undisguised astonishment, as though asking himself what sort of place he had come to. Mistrustfully and with an affectation of being alarmed and almost affronted, he scanned Raskolnikov's low and narrow "cabin."
Roderick was in high good-humor, and, in the carriage, was watching his mother with a fine mixture of filial and professional tenderness. Mrs. Hudson looked up mistrustfully at the tall, shabby houses, and grasped the side of the barouche in her hand, as if she were in a sail-boat, in dangerous waters. Rowland sat opposite to Miss Garland.
“You have some special communication to make?” the President went on, still mistrustfully. Ivan looked down, waited a few seconds and, raising his head, answered, almost stammering: “No ... I haven’t. I have nothing particular.” They began asking him questions.
"Who's the girl? Who brought her here?" she said, fixing her eyes mistrustfully on the young man who had rebuked her for not having a candle ready. Mr. Miles spoke. "I brought her; she is Mary Hyatt's daughter." "What? Her too?" the girl sneered; and the young man turned on her with an oath.
He held out his hands to me without shaking mine, withdrawing them before I could do so, thought Raskolnikoff mistrustfully. Both watched each other, but no sooner did their eyes meet than they both turned them aside with the rapidity of a flash of lightning. "I have called with this paper about the If you please. Is it correct, or must another form be drawn up?" "What, what paper? Oh, yes!
I look gaily at his protruding ears, and to show that I have nothing against him, I say: "You look nice to-day, and if your hair did not stand up so, and you weren't so poorly dressed, everybody would think that your mother was not a washerwoman but a lady. Come to me at Easter, we will play knuckle-bones." Mitka looks at me mistrustfully, and shakes his fist at me on the sly.
The doctor came in, a precise little old man, a German, looking about him mistrustfully; he went up to the sick man, took his pulse, carefully felt his head and with the help of Katerina Ivanovna he unbuttoned the blood-stained shirt, and bared the injured man's chest. It was gashed, crushed and fractured, several ribs on the right side were broken.
"It was Andrew!" "Who's Andrew?" inquired the officer of the law mistrustfully. "Andrew's a dog," she explained. "Mr. Tutt," announced Tutt, leaning against his senior partner's door jamb with a formal-looking paper in his hand, "I have landed a case that will delight your legal soul." "Indeed?" queried the elder lawyer.
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