Silencethenensued，and，onasignfromIvanOgareff，Sangarreadvancedtowardsthegroup，inthemidstofwhichstoodMarfa。
TheoldSiberiansawher，andknewwhatwasgoingtohappen。
Ascornfulsmilepassedoverherface。ThenleaningtowardsNadia，shesaidinalowtone，“Youknowmenolonger，mydaughter。
Whatevermayhappen，andhoweverhardthistrialmaybe，notaword，notasign。Itconcernshim，andnotme。“
AtthatmomentSangarre，havingregardedherforaninstant，putherhandonhershoulder。