1 Simonov pulled out the money and almost flung it at me.
2 And there was a positive obstacle to my going: I had no money.
3 "I've no money," he snapped out, and with a scornful laugh he went out of the room.
4 I will go on sitting and drinking, because this is a public-house and I paid my entrance money.
5 But I don't want to lie, and so I will say straight out that I opened her hand and put the money in it.
6 When he learned that there was money in the letter, Apollon became more respectful and agreed to take it.
7 Don't doubt it, that's how it is; you have sold your soul, and what is more you owe money, so you daren't say a word.
8 He was one of those worshippers of Zverkov who made up to the latter from interested motives, and often borrowed money from him.
9 He never lent money to anyone, but I had, on entering the service, been specially recommended to him by an important personage who had got me my berth.
10 She was in debt to her madam," I retorted, more and more provoked by the discussion; "and went on earning money for her up to the end, though she was in consumption.
11 Apollon, who had already sat down to his work and put on his spectacles again, at first glanced askance at the money without speaking or putting down his needle; then, without paying the slightest attention to me or making any answer, he went on busying himself with his needle, which he had not yet threaded.