"
"Let them say," said Sasha, calmly.
"Don't you feel offended?" asked Foma, with curiosity. "But you
are not greedy. It's advantageous to you to be with me. I am
rich, and yet you are going away; that shows you're not greedy."
"I?" Sasha thought awhile and said with a wave of the hand:
"Perhaps I am not greedy--what of it? I am not of the very lowest
of the street women. And against whom shall I feel a grudge? Let
them say whatever they please. It will be only human talk, not
the bellowing of bulls. And human holiness and honesty are quite
familiar to me! Eh, how well I know them! If I were chosen as a
judge, I would acquit the dead only l" and bursting into
malicious laughter, Sasha said: "Well, that will do, we've spoken
enough nonsense. Sit down at the table!"
On the morning of the next day Foma and Sasha stood side by side
on the gangway of a steamer which was approaching a harbour on
the Ustye. Sasha's big black hat attracted everybody's attention
by its deftly bent brim, and its white feathers, and Foma was ill
at ease as he stood beside her, and felt as though inquisitive
glances crawled over his perplexed face.
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