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 she cried—“do not touch me.” But afterwards she said nothing…. Perhaps for this reason that she became senseless…. Her eyes were shut, her eyelids looked dark, and her face became more serene; she was not so angry as before. And even in her sleep she smiled. Surely she dreamt about something very pleasant.

When we arrived at the town she recovered herself, and got up. The weather became beautiful and the sun appeared, cheering us all.

But her sojourn at this place was not a long one. They sent her farther still, and again I was obliged to drive her, because those gendarmes were on other routes. And, although she was exceedingly tired, she set out joyfully. When the time for departure came the people flew to her—the young girls and students, certainly all political offenders…. And