The other things were laid together upon the counter.

The Hebrew woman glanced at the samovar, felt the weight of it and turned it once round.
"Leaky," she observed in her smooth voice.

"Old brass.

One mark and a half." Her husband put out his hand, touched the machine, lifted it, and nodded.
"Only a mark and a half!" exclaimed Vjera.

"And the skin, how much for that ?" "It is a genuine Russian wolf," Schmidt put in.