He made every effort not to betray his emotion; but whenever the officer laughed, his fingers twitched strangely, and the old woman felt how hard it was for him not to reply, and to bear the jesting.

This time the affair was not so terrorizing to her as at the first search.

She felt a greater hatred to these gray, spurred night callers, and her hatred swallowed up her alarm.
Pavel managed to whisper: "They'll arrest me." Inclining her head, she quietly replied: "I understand." She did understand--they would put him in jail for what he had said to the workingmen that day.

But since all agreed with what he had said, and all ought to stand up for him, he would not be detained long.
She longed to embrace him and cry over him; but there stood the officer, watching her with a malevolent squint of his eyes.

His lips trembled, his mustache twitched.