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I could feel that Zara was shuddering with the horror of the scene she

had described; not at the deed of that brother who stabbed his sister

to death to save her, but because of the awful fate of that poor girl,

which the tragic act of her brother brought to an end I drew Zara

tenderly intotiainst ly: "When you turned away frouard who tried to stop you You made your escape; how, you do not

remember; but you found your way back here--here, to St Petersburg

Nobody recognized you Your hair hite, your face was the face of a

corpse You had one more purpose; the death of two ain to your friends, the nihilists

Hush! I ah yet There is more--much more, much more!"