"And you hold your row," answered the tramp, not in the least

abashed by the sentinel's words, and turned back. "Well, if

you'll not let me in, I'll wait. But, no! Must needs shout, as if

The crowd laughed approvingly. The visitors were, for the greater

part, badly-dressed people; some were ragged, but there were also

some respectable-looking men and women. Next to Nekhludoff stood

a clean-shaven, stout, and red-cheeked man, holding a bundle,

apparently containing under-garments. This was the doorkeeper of