There was no laughter in the maids' large hall.
Sonya and the maids were holding her arms.
After these fits of irritability her face would grow yellow, and her maids knew by infallible symptoms when Belova would again be deaf, the snuff damp, and the countess' face yellow.
Us upstairs maids are on duty today.
Two maids were turning up the hem and hurriedly biting off the ends of thread.