You
have stolen sixty-seven thousand roubles from them. Bobrov! why
did you lie about that mistress of yours, saying that she had
robbed you, and then send her to prison? If you had grown tired
of her, you might have given her over to your son. Anyway he has
started an intrigue with that other mistress of yours. Didn't you
know it? Eh, you fat pig, ha, ha! And you, Lup, open again a
brothel, and fleece your guests there as before. And then the
devil will fleece you, ha, ha! It is good to be a rascal with a
pious face like yours! Whom did you kill then, Lup?"
Foma spoke, interrupting his speech with loud, malevolent
laughter, and saw that his words were producing an impression on
these people. Before, when he had spoken to all of them they
turned away from him, stepping aside, forming groups, and looking
at their accuser from afar with anger and contempt. He saw smiles
on their faces, he felt in their every movement something
scornful, and understood that while his words angered them they
did not sting as deep as he wished them to.
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