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TALES FROM GORKY.
very reason not one of us was actually standing in her way when she came up to us.
And proceeding out of our midst and, without so much as turning towards us, loudly, and with indescribable contempt, she kept on saying:
"Ugh! you wretches! you vermin!"
And—off she went.
We remained standing in the yard, in the midst of the mud, beneath the pouring rain and the grey, sunless sky.
Presently we returned in silence to our grey, stony dungeon. As before, the sun never once looked through our window, and—there was no Tanya now.
