“I’ve had a cottage in Rottendale for five years.”
“Whew! Do you take this for the Dale? This is Sicklystead, but Rottendale is farther to the right, beyond the match factory. It’s three miles from here.”
“Bless my soul! Then I’ve taken the wrong turning!”
The cries of men and fowls mingle with the barking of dogs, and the voice of Kozyavkin rises above the chaos of confused sounds:
“You shut up! I’ll pay. I’ll show you whom you have to deal with!”
Little by little the voices die down. Laev feels himself being shaken by the shoulder. . . .
AN AVENGER
SHORTLY after finding his wife in flagrante delicto Fyodor Fyodorovitch Sigaev was standing in Schmuck and Co.‘s, the gunsmiths, selecting a suitable revolver. His countenance expressed wrath, grief, and unalterable determination.