Yes! Put on your mother's emeralds, Lubov." "Enough, papa!" exclaimed the girl, sadly.

"Pray, leave that alone." "Don't you kick! Listen to what I'm telling you." And he was again absorbed in his calculations, snapping his green eyes and playing with his fingers in front of his face.
"That makes thirty-five percent.

Mm! The fellow's a rogue.

Send down thy light and thy truth." "Papa!" exclaimed Lubov, mournfully and with fright.
"What ?" "You--are you pleased with him ?" "With whom?
"Smolin." "Smolin?
Yes, he's a rogue, he's a clever fellow, a splendid merchant! Well, I'm off now.

So be on your guard, arm yourself." When Lubov remained alone she flung her work aside and leaned against the back of her chair, closing her eyes tightly.