"Five months and eleven days. He saw the Little Russian there, who
sends you his regards, and Pavel, who also sends you his regards and
begs you not to be alarmed. As a man travels on his way, he says,
the jails constitute his resting places, established and maintained
by the solicitous authorities! Now, granny, let us get to the point.
Do you know how many people were arrested yesterday?"
"I do not. Why, were there any others arrested besides Pavel?"
she exclaimed.
"He was the forty-ninth!" calmly interjected Yegor Ivanovich. "And
we may expect about ten more to be taken! This gentleman here,
for example."
"Yes; me, too!" said Samoylov with a frown.
Nilovna somehow felt relieved.
"He isn't there alone," she thought.
When she had dressed herself, she entered the room and, smiling
bravely, said:
"I guess they won't detain them long, if they arrested so many."
"You are right," assented Yegor Ivanovich; "and if we can manage
to spoil this mess for them, we can make them look altogether like
fools. This is the way it is, granny. If we were now to cease
smuggling our literature into the factory, the gendarmes would take
advantage of such a regrettable circumstance, and would use it
against Pavel and his comrades in jail.
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