let me go!" "Impossible, I tell thee.

I also am a subordinate, I shall be held responsible.

And it isn't right, either, to connive at thy deed." "Let me go! Poverty, Foma Kuzmitch, poverty, that's what it is ...

let me go!" "I know thee!" "But let me go!" "Eh, what's the use of arguing with you; sit still or I'll give it to you, don't you know?
Don't you see the gentleman ?" The poor fellow dropped his eyes....

The Wolf yawned, and laid his head on the table.