One of the pilgrims caught her.
Father ? he looked at Father Sergei.
Just get her out of the way! said another of the pilgrims. Well sort this out in a second.
Father Sergei took hold of the still-raging Grusha and began to pull her towards the gate-house.
Come on in here, Grusha, and warm up. Theres a nice bit of a fire in the stove
Gradually, he got her to calm down.
A spot of tea, Grusha, to warm the inside?
Id prefer a spot of something else.
Youve had that already! said Father Sergei sternly.
Me? Me? The horse, perhaps
Dmitri followed them into the gate-house. The old woman stopped, befuddled, in mid-shout, as the warmth hit her.