The guard pushed heraside, and jumped in. The trainwent on still faster and the window opened. Thetrain went faster, so that she had to walk quickly. The officer tried to lower the window, but could not.Nekhludoff pushed him aside and began lowering it himself. She knocked again, and pressed her face to thewindow, but the carriage moved on, and she went alongside lookingin. One of the players rose with the cards in his hand, andlooked out. As soon as she recognisedhim she knocked at the carriage window with her benumbed hand,but at that moment the last bell rang, and the train first gave abackward jerk, and then gradually the carriages began to moveforward. This carriage was very brightly lit up on thelittle table between the seats stood two thick, dripping candles.He sat in his closefitting breeches on the arm of the seat,leaning against the back, and laughed. Twoofficers sat opposite each other on the velvetcovered seats,playing cards.
THE FUGITIVE THE LAST OASIS WINDOWS
Hurrying up the platform, Katusha sawhim at once at the windows of a firstclass carriage. It was too dark tosee the path across the field, and in the wood it was pitchblack, so that although Katusha knew the way well, she got offthe path, and got to the little station where the train stoppedfor three minutes, not before, as she had hoped, but after thesecond bell had been rung. The rain now pelteddown in warm, heavy drops, now stopped again. It was a warm, rainy, and windy autumn night. He is sitting in a velvet armchair and joking and drinking, ina brightly lit carriage, and I, out here in the mud, in thedarkness, in the wind and the rain, am standing and weeping," shethought to herself and sat down on the ground, sobbing so loudthat the little girl got frightened, and put her arms round her,wet as she was. When a train passesthen under a carriage, and there will be anend," Katusha was thinking, without heeding the girl. Is it the solitary cell you want?" shouted an old jailer,slapping the redhaired woman on her bare, fat back, so that itsounded through the corridor. Katerina Michaelovna, you've lost your shawl" screamed thelittle girl, who was trying to keep up with her.
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