arms. "What have you got on your shoulders? A head, is it, or some other object? You hand a paper across the altar with a word which even in the street is regarded as improper! Why do you stick out your eyes? Is it possible you do not know the meaning of this word?"
"This, I suppose, is all about the word ‘adulteress,'" stammered the shopkeeper, reddening and blinking his eyes. “I see nothing wrong. Our Lord, in His mercy, this same thing . . . forgave an adulteress . . . prepared a place for her; yes, and the life of the blessed Mary of Egypt shows in what sense this word, excuse . . ."
The shopkeeper was about to adduce some other defence, but he lost the thread, and rubbed his lips with his cuff.
"So that's how you understand it!" The priest again flourished his hand impatiently. "You forget that our Lord forgave her — understand that — but you condemn her, you call her an improper name! And who is it? Your own daughter! Not merely in the sacred Scriptures, even in the profane, you will never read of such an act! I repeat to you, Andrei, don't try to be clever! Don't play the philosopher, brother! If God gave you a speculative head, and you don't know how to manage it, then better not speculate. . . . Don't try and be too clever — be silent!"
