very dubiously, though we were supposed to be allies.
'I had a servant, formerly a serf of my mother's, Yegor, by name. He was a quiet, honest fellow; I had known him from a child, and treated him as a friend.
'Well, one day, in the house where I was living, I heard screams of abuse, cries, and lamentations; the woman of the house had had two hens stolen, and she laid the theft at my servant's door. He defended himself, called me to witness. . . . "Likely he'd turn thief, he, Yegor Avtamonov!" I assured the woman of Yegor's honesty, but she would not listen to me.
'All at once the thud of horses' hoofs was heard along the street; the commander-in-chief was riding by with his staff. He was riding at a walking pace, a stout, corpulent man, with drooping head, and epaulettes hanging on his breast.
'The woman saw him, and rushing before his horse, flung herself on her knees, and, bareheaded and all in disorder, she began loudly complaining of my servant, pointing at him.
'"General!" she screamed; "your Excellency! make an inquiry! help me! save me! this soldier has robbed me!"
'Yegor stood at the door of the house, bolt
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