The old woman was stout, well dressed, and had enormous flowers

on her bonnet; she stopped as she came out of the door, and

spreading out her short fat arms and turning to her advocate, she

kept repeating. "What does it all mean? just fancy!"

The advocate was looking at the flowers in her bonnet, and

evidently not listening to her, but considering some question or

other.

Next to the old woman, out of the door of the Civil Court, his

broad, starched shirt front glistening from under his low-cut

waistcoat, with a self-satisfied look on his face, came the

celebrated advocate who had managed to arrange matters so that

the old woman lost all she had, and the person versed in the law

received more than 100,000 roubles. The advocate passed close to

the old woman, and, feeling all eyes directed towards him, his

whole bearing seemed to say: "No expressions of deference are

required."




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