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"
He
's
done
her
to
death
.
Killed
the
mistress
!
...
Beat
her
...
dragged
her
about
so
!
...
"
"
What
for
?
"
asked
Alpátych
.
"
She
kept
begging
to
go
away
.
She
's
a
woman
!
'
Take
me
away
,
'
says
she
,
'
do
n't
let
me
perish
with
my
little
children
!
Folks
,
'
she
says
,
'
are
all
gone
,
so
why
,
'
she
says
,
'
do
n't
we
go
?
'
And
he
began
beating
and
pulling
her
about
so
!
"
At
these
words
Alpátych
nodded
as
if
in
approval
,
and
not
wishing
to
hear
more
went
to
the
door
of
the
room
opposite
the
innkeeper
's
,
where
he
had
left
his
purchases
.
"
You
brute
,
you
murderer
!
"
screamed
a
thin
,
pale
woman
who
,
with
a
baby
in
her
arms
and
her
kerchief
torn
from
her
head
,
burst
through
the
door
at
that
moment
and
down
the
steps
into
the
yard
.
Ferapóntov
came
out
after
her
,
but
on
seeing
Alpátych
adjusted
his
waistcoat
,
smoothed
his
hair
,
yawned
,
and
followed
Alpátych
into
the
opposite
room
.
"
Going
already
?
"
said
he
.
Alpátych
,
without
answering
or
looking
at
his
host
,
sorted
his
packages
and
asked
how
much
he
owed
.
"
We
'll
reckon
up
!
Well
,
have
you
been
to
the
Governor
's
?
"
asked
Ferapóntov
.
"
What
has
been
decided
?
"
Alpátych
replied
that
the
Governor
had
not
told
him
anything
definite
.
