Leo Tolstoy

“ Maslova rose.
“You are excited now. If possible I will call to-morrow. Meantime, think it over,” said Nekhludoff.
She made no answer, and without looking at him left the room, preceded by the warden.
* * * * “Well, girl, good times are coming,” said Korableva to Maslova when the latter returned to the cell. “He seems to be stuck on you, so make the most of it while he is calling. He will get you released. The rich can do anything.”
“That’s so,” drawled the watch-woman. “The poor man will think ten times before he will marry, while the rich man can satisfy his every whim. ”

“ I am a convict, and you are a prince; and you have no business here,” she shrieked, violently releasing her hand from his, her wrath knowing no limit.
“You wish to save yourself through me,” she continued, hastening to pour out all that had accumulated in her soul. “You have made me the means of your enjoyment in life, and now you wish to make me the means of saving you after death! You disgust me, as do your eye-glasses and that fat, dirty face of yours. Go, go away!” she shrieked, energetically springing to her feet. ”

“ They think that everybody is a thief.”
“How strange she is to-day,” thought Nekhludoff, and was about to tell her what he had on his mind when she again began to speak.
“I wanted to tell you. There is an old woman here—­we are even surprised—­such a good little woman, but there she is—­she and her son, both in prison, and everybody knows that they are innocent. They are accused of setting fire, so they are in prison. She learned, you know, that I am acquainted with you,” said Maslova, turning her head and casting glances at him, “and she says to me: ‘Tell him,’ she says, ‘to call my son ”