Of course not!" she exclaimed, immediately afterwards, with an attempt to express conviction.
"There is one thing--there is the old samovar," continued the Cossack.

"It has a leak in one side, and we make the tea as we can, when we have any.
But I remember that I once pawned it, years ago, for five marks." "That would make thirty," said Vjera promptly.
"I do not believe they would lend so much on it now, though it is good metal.

It is a little battered, besides being leaky." "Let us get it," said Vjera, beginning to walk briskly on.

"I have something, too, though I do not know what it is worth.

It is an old skin of a wolf--my father killed it inside the village, just before we came away." "A wolf skin!" exclaimed Schmidt.