"We needn't make each other eternal adieux, _mon enfant_. You must not
take all I said about Siberian dungeons _au serieux_. Russia isn't
quite as dangerous as it's made out to be. Of course the police keep a
watch more or less on the 'suspects,' but we know all their tricks, and
how to avoid them. Plenty of us go to St. Petersburg and even to Kara
and come back again. The Schlusselburg fortress is about the only
place we haven't succeeded in getting out of yet. It's fairly easy to
manage a false passport. You can write to me at the address I've given
you."
* * * * * *
It was all over now, and he was alone. He had taken both her hands for
an instant, and felt the convulsive clinging of the thin fingers. He
had longed to kiss them, but dared not trust himself. His words were
only such as might have been used by anyone of the Brotherhood.
"_Au revoir, camarade_!"
"_Au revoir_!"
Her tears were falling still, though she answered him steadily enough.
Then she turned away, pulling down her veil, and he saw her grope
blindly for the fastening of the door.
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