When he finished with the pigs he took on humans who displeased him." "And they were worse than the pigs," said Liosha.
Barbara sighed, for Liosha remained unconvinced; but she extracted a promise from our fair barbarian never to shoot or jab a knife into anyone before consulting her as to the propriety of so doing.
But for this and for one or two other trivial lapses from grace, Liosha led a pretty equable existence at the boarding-house.

If she now and then scandalised the inmates by her unconventional habits and free expressions of opinion, she compensated by affording them a chronic topic of conversation.

A large though somewhat scornful generosity also established her in their esteem.

She would lend or give anything she possessed.

When one of the forlorn and woollen-shawled old maids fell ill, she sat up of nights with her, and in spite of her ignorance of nursing, which was as vast as that of a rhinoceros, magnetised the fragile lady into well-being.