in the police office, and, last, but not least, of Pashenka;

"He's got round her," Nastasya murmured, smiling slyly.

"Why don't you put the sugar in your tea, Nastasya Nikiforovna?"

"You are a one!" Nastasya cried suddenly, going off into a giggle.

"I am not Nikiforovna, but Petrovna," she added suddenly, recovering

"I'll make a note of it. Well, brother, to make a long story

short, I was going in for a regular explosion here to uproot all

malignant influences in the locality, but Pashenka won the day. I