‘Very like that—only more genteel,’ replied Miss Squeers.

"I don`t care to have anything to do with Bezukhova and don`t advise you to; however, if you`ve promisedgo. It will divert your thoughts," she added, addressing Natasha.

‘Yes,’ replied Squeers, staggering in his chair under the congratulatory blow on the chest which the stout Yorkshireman dealt him; ‘thankee. Don’t do it again. You mean it kindly, I know, but it hurts rather. Yes, there he is. That’s not so bad, is it?’