Butscarcelyhadheopenedthedoor，whenawomanrushedintotheroom，herclothesdrenched，herhairindisorder。
“Sangarre！“exclaimedOgareff，inthefirstmomentofsurprise，andnotsupposingthatitcouldbeanyotherwomanthanthegypsy。
ItwasnotSangarre；itwasNadia！
Atthemomentwhen，floatingontheice，thegirlhadutteredacryonseeingthefirespreadingalongthecurrent，Michaelhadseizedherinhisarms，andplungedwithherintotheriveritselftoseekarefugeinitsdepthsfromtheflames。
TheblockwhichborethemwasnotthirtyfathomsfromthefirstquayofIrkutsk。