"I chide him for it, as it is my duty to do.

Nevertheless, they had no right to kill him, still less to hurt the girl." The woman had at last had time to scrutinize the looks of the young man.
She herself was not old, and when not under the influence of passion was rather comely.

Okoya's handsome figure attracted her attention, and she stepped nearer, eyeing him closely.
"Where do you belong ?" she inquired in a quieter tone.
"I am Tanyi." "Who is your father ?" "Zashue Tihua." The woman smiled; she moved still nearer to the young man and continued,-- "I know your father well.

He is one of us, a Koshare." Her eyes remained fastened on his features; she was manifestly more and more pleased with his appearance.

But at the same time she occasionally glanced toward her daughter Mitsha, and it struck her forcibly that Mitsha, too, was handsome.
"I know who you are," she said smilingly.