Varvara Petrovna turned suddenly to her with a face flaming with anger.
"You're a fool!" She swooped down on her like a hawk.

"An ungrateful fool! What's in your mind?
Can you imagine that I'd compromise you, in any way, in the smallest degree.

Why, he shall crawl on his knees to ask you, he must be dying of happiness, that's how it shall be arranged.
Why, you know that I'd never let you suffer.

Or do you suppose he'll take you for the sake of that eight thousand, and that I'm hurrying off to sell you?
You're a fool, a fool! You're all ungrateful fools.

Give me my umbrella!" And she flew off to walk by the wet brick pavements and the wooden planks to Stepan Trofimovitch's.
VII It was true that she would never have let Dasha suffer; on the contrary, she considered now that she was acting as her benefactress.