"Yes, yes," Nekhludoff said, with a sense of confusion, and felt
She looked rapidly at the inspector, who was walking up and down
the room. "Don't give it in front of him; he'd take it away."
Nekhludoff took out his purse as soon as the inspector had turned
his back; but had no time to hand her the note before the
inspector faced them again, so he crushed it up in his hand.
"This woman is dead," Nekhludoff thought, looking at this once
sweet, and now defiled, puffy face, lit up by an evil glitter in