They say that thou givest no quarter to any one." "I perform my duty," he replied, surlily; "it is not right to eat the master's bread for nothing." He pulled his axe from his girdle, sat down on the floor, and began to chop a pine-knot.
"Hast thou no housewife ?" I asked him.
"No," he replied, and brandished his axe fiercely.
"She is dead, apparently." "No--yes--she is dead," he added, and turned away.
I said nothing; he raised his eyes and looked at me.
"She ran away with a petty burgher who came along," he remarked, with a harsh smile.

The little girl dropped her eyes; the baby waked up and began to cry; the girl went to the cradle.

"There, give it to him," said The Wolf, thrusting into her hand a soiled horn.[25] "And she abandoned him," he went on, in a low tone, pointing at the baby.

He went to the door, paused, and turned round.
"Probably, master," he began, "you cannot eat our bread; and I have nothing but bread." "I am not hungry." "Well, suit yourself.

I would boil the samovar for you, only I have no tea....