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‘she must have stolen the other things as well!’
And they were the more angry with her, as these
mysterious thefts, which had been going on for
weeks, had weighed on them all alike, a heavy
burden—each being afraid that he or she might
be suspected. So this discovery was a general
relief.
However, Fekluscha could not be induced to
confess. Njania visited her several times in the
course of the day. She kept repeating, ‘I have
stolen nothing, may God punish Maria
Vasiljevna for being so bad to me!’ In the evening,
Elena Paulovna came to the nursery.
‘Are you not too hard upon that poor girl?’
she said to Njania; ‘it won’t do to leave her
without anything to eat the whole day,’ she
added in a despondent voice.
But Njania would not hear of mercy.
‘What is your ladyship thinking of? Why
should we pity that creature? She has allowed
honest people to be suspected all the time, and
then it is she who is the thief after all!’ she
answered in such a determined way, that Elena
Paulovna was silenced, and left the room without
obtaining any alleviation in the poor culprit’s
fate. The following day Fekluscha persevered
in her denial, and her judge began to get a little
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