God bless you, dear, God bless you! I am very, very thankful." He put the coins carefully together and wrapped them in his silk handkerchief, and rose from his seat.

He had already paid for his cup of coffee.

They went out together.

The Cossack had disappeared.
"You have saved my life and my honour--my honour and my life," repeated the Count, softly and dwelling on the words in a dreamy way.
"I will wait outside," said Vjera as they reached the tobacconist's shop, a few seconds later.
The Count turned to her and laid both hands upon her shoulders, looking into her face.
"You cannot understand what you have done for me," he said earnestly.
He stooped, for he was much taller than she, and closing his tired eyes for a moment, he pressed his lips upon her waxen forehead.

Before he had seen the bright blush that glowed in her cheeks, he had entered the shop.
Akulina was seated in one corner, apparently in a bad humour, for her dark face was flushed, and her small eyes looked up savagely at the Count.