"Who knows?"
He glanced at her suspiciously. "Take care," he said, menacingly.
"Don't play the imbecile. I'm a patient man, but I mustn't be crossed."
He ground his teeth and clenched his fists.
"Don't frighten me, Vassili," she said indifferently, without looking up
at him.
"Well, stop your joking."
"Don't try to frighten me."
"I'll soon make you dance if you begin any foolishness."
"Would you beat me?"
She went up to him and gazed with curiosity at his frowning face.
"One would think you were a countess. Yes, I would beat you."
"Yet I'm not your wife," said Malva, calmly. "You have been accustomed
to beat your wife for nothing, and you imagine that you can do the same
with me. No, I am free. I belong only to myself, and I am afraid of no
one. But you are afraid of your son, and now you dare threaten me."
She shook her head with disdain. Her careless manner cooled Vassili's
anger. He had never seen her look so beautiful.
"I have something else to tell you," she went on. "You boasted to
Serejka that I could no more get along without you than without bread,
and that I cannot live without you. You are mistaken.
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