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Okh, what a naughty little tongue! What a naughty little tongue! Won't it catch it in the next world! It will be pierced with red-hot needles! --But Malánya Pávlovna did not take offence at this; on the contrary, she seemed to feel flattered at hearing such remarks--as much as to say:
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Well, I can't help it! It isn't my fault that I was born witty!
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in her life also, a young nephew, a hussar, who had been slain, so she assumed, in a duel on her account---but, according to more trustworthy information, he had died from a blow received on the head from a billiard-cue, in tavern company. The water-colour portrait of this
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was preserved by her in a secret casket. Malánya Pávlovna crimsoned to the very ears every time she alluded to Kapítonushka--that was the
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name;--while Alexyéi Sergyéitch scowled intentionally, again menaced his wife with his little finger and said,
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Trust not a horse in the meadow, a wife in the house! Okh, that Kapítonushka, Kupidónushka!
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Alexis, shame on you, Alexis!--You yourself probably flirted with divers little ladies in your youth--and so you take it for granted....
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Come, that will do, that will do, Malániushka, Alexyéi Sergyéitch interrupted her, with a smile;--
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It is whiter, Alexis; it is whiter!
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Okh, what a naughty little tongue, on my honour, what a naughty little tongue!
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would be still more out of place than to mention those of Alexyéi Sergyéitch; but I once chanced to be the witness of a strange manifestation of my aunt's hidden feelings. I once chanced, in the course of conversation, to mention the well-known Sheshkóvsky.[44] Malánya Pávlovna suddenly became livid in the face,--as livid as a corpse,--turned green, despite the layer of paint and powder, and in a dull, entirely-genuine voice (which very rarely happened with her--as a general thing she seemed always somewhat affected, assumed an artificial tone and lisped) said:
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Okh! whom hast thou mentioned! And at nightfall, into the bargain!--Don't utter that name!