[Nullgroupware-general] king the spoon out of his mouth and looking

[Traver S. <boo...@oi...>]

His letter was brought from the station by the labourer. Aglaia
intercepted it and read it, and had reproached Matvey with his "Darling"
every day since. "Just fancy, nine hundred roubles," Aglaia went on.
"You gave nine hundred roubles to a viper, no relation, a factory jade,
blast you!" She had flown into a passion by now and was shouting
shrilly: "Can't you speak? I could tear you to pieces, wretched
creature! 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." She washed, put on a white kerchief, and by now quiet
and meek, went into the prayer-room to the brother she loved. When she
spoke to Matvey or served peasants in the tavern with tea she was a
gaunt, keen-ey