“Of course I have; what do you think?”
The miller flounced over in bed.
“You’re lying, you hound; a plague seize your mother!”
“I’m not lying and I never lie. I leave that to cleverer men than I am.”
Gavrilo yawned and said in a sleepy voice:
“Do you remember, master, how my right eye was so swelled up for a week that you couldn’t even see it?”
“Well?”
“That devil’s child entertained me by doing that. Confound her, say I! Galya, indeed!”
“So that’s how things are, is it?” thought the miller. “Gavrilo! Hey, Gavrilo! Oh, the hound, he’s snoring again—Gavrilo!”
“What do you want? Have you gone crazy?”