When she was already on the stairs
leading to their quarters, she noticed that a search was being
conducted in their apartments. To turn back was too late. Without
a second's hesitation she boldly rang the bell at the door of a
lower floor, and walked in with her traveling bag to unknown people.
She frankly explained the position she was in.
"You can hand me over to the gendarmes if you want to; but I don't
think you will," she said confidently.
The people were greatly frightened, and did not sleep the whole
night. Every minute they expected the sound of the gendarmes
knocking at the door. Nevertheless, they could not make up their
minds to deliver her over to them, and the next morning they had a
hearty laugh with her over the gendarmes.
And once, dressed as a nun, she traveled in the same railroad coach,
in fact, sat on the very same seat, with a spy, then in search of her.
He boasted of his skill, and told her how he was conducting his
search. He was certain she was riding on the same train as himself,
in a second-class coach; but at every stop, after walking out, he
came back saying: "Not to be seen. She must have gone to bed.
They, too, get tired.
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