‘He is a Moldave,’ said the Armenian; ‘the dog (and here his eyes sparkled) deserves to be crucified, he is continually making mistakes.’
The Armenian again renewed his proposition about Z-, which I again refused, as I felt but little inclination to place myself beneath the jurisdiction of a person who was in the habit of cuffing those whom he employed, when they made mistakes. I presently took my departure; not, however, before I had received from the Armenian a pressing invitation to call upon him whenever I should feel disposed.