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how you used to hide me from my husband? Well, now I am going to hide you from want. Everyone ought to help you, for your son is perishing for the public cause. He is a fine chap, your son is! They all say so, every blessed soul of them. And they all pity him. I'll tell you something. No good is going to come to the authorities from these arrests, mark my word! Look what's going on in the factory! Hear them talk! They are in an ugly mood, my dear! The officials imagine that when they've bitten at a man's heel, he won't be able to go far. But it turns out that when ten men are hit, a hundred men get angry. A workman must be handled with care! He may go on patiently enduring and suffering everything that's heaped upon him for a long, long time, but then he can also explode all of a sudden!" CHAPTER X The upshot of the conversation was that the next day at noon the mother was seen in factory yard with two pots of eatables from Marya's culinary establishment, while Marya herself transferred her base of operations to the market place. The workmen immediately noticed their new caterer. Some of them approached her and said approvingly: "Gone into business, Nilovna?" They comforted her, arguing that Pavel would certainly be released soon because his cause was a good one. Others filled her sad heart with alarm by their cautious condolence, while still others awoke a responsive echo in her by openly and bitterly abusing the manager and the gendarmes. Some there were who looked at her with a vindictive expression, among them Isay Gorbov, who, speaking through his teeth, said: "If I were the governor, I would have your son hanged! Let him not mislead the people!" This vicious threat went through her like the chill blast of death. She made no reply, glanced at his small, freckled face, and with a sigh cast down her eyes. She observed considerable agitation in the factory; the workmen gathered in small groups and talked in an undertone, with great animation; the foremen walked about with careworn faces, poking their noses into everything; here and there were heard angry oaths and irritated laughter. Two policemen escorted Samoylov past her. He walked with one hand in his pocket, the other smoothing his red hair. A crowd of about a hundred workmen followed him, and plied the policemen with oaths and banter. "Going to take a promenade, Grisha?" shouted one. "They do honor to us fel
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