whose daughter, a young woman of notorious behaviour, he gave

twenty-five roubles on the pretext of the funeral, which gravely

surprised me knowing what pains you were at to raise that sum.

Herewith expressing my special respect to your estimable daughter,

Avdotya Romanovna, I beg you to accept the respectful homage of

"What am I to do now, Dmitri Prokofitch?" began Pulcheria

Alexandrovna, almost weeping. "How can I ask Rodya not to come?

Yesterday he insisted so earnestly on our refusing Pyotr Petrovitch