Chapter

1     I| coachman with the figure of a betyár. The worthy fellow was sleeping,
2     I|     uncle of yours, that rich betyár of whom you speak, and I
3   III|  moustache twisted upwards in betyár fashion, flowing curly locks
4   III| chucked his cap in a corner - betyár tricks every one of them -
5   III|       in good circles. A real betyár would never have dared to
6   III|     tell ye. You're a boor, a betyár, a good-for-nothing rascal,
7 Words|       young and an old man.~ ~Betyár, a vagabond, a loafer.~ ~