well knew how vulgar he
was, but could not find words
to express it, and could only
glare angrily and suspiciously
at him. Her head ached from
the sound of his voice and his
unintelligible words, and
from the oppressive heat of
the room, and her mind was
confused. She could neither
think nor speak, and could
only stand and wait for
Yegor's pen to stop
scratching. But the old man
was looking at the writer with
unbounded confidence in his
eyes. He trusted his old
woman who had brought him
here, he trusted Yegor, and,
when he had spoken of the
hydropathic establishment
just now, his face had shown
that he trusted that, and the
healing power of its waters.
"Very good. It runs smoothly.
Thank you kindly, it is very
good."
They laid three five-copeck
pieces on the table and went
out. The old man walked
away staring stra