Frederick Whishaw

I’ll tell it just as I understand it. That’s the horrible part of it—I understand everything!

She knew herself, of course, that they were only worth threepence, but I could see that to her they were priceless.

flushed crimson again at the for you, but swallowed the insult, didn’t fling the money back at me. Took it like a lamb. That’s what poverty does for you! But, Lord, how she blushed! I realised that I had hurt her feelings. But when she went out, I suddenly asked myself, Is this triumph over her really worth two roubles?