Flibusterov was checked.

I drew Stepan Trofimovitch out of the crowd, though perhaps he may have wished to retreat himself.
"Home, home," I insisted; "it was certainly thanks to Lembke that we were not beaten." "Go, my friend; I am to blame for exposing you to this.

You have a future and a career of a sort before you, while I--_mon heure est sonnee._" He resolutely mounted the governor's steps.

The hall-porter knew me; I said that we both wanted to see Yulia Mihailovna.
We sat down in the waiting-room and waited.

I was unwilling to leave my friend, but I thought it unnecessary to say anything more to him.