"You can rest assured he won't betray himself." "How strong he is!" murmured the girl quietly.
"He has never been sick," replied the mother.

"Why, you are all in a shiver! I'll get you some tea, and some raspberry jam." "That's fine!" exclaimed the girl with a faint smile.

"But don't you trouble! It's too late.

Let me do it myself." "What! Tired as you are ?" the mother reproached her, hurrying into the kitchen, where she busied herself with the samovar.

The girl followed into the kitchen, sat down on the bench, and folded her hands behind her head before she replied: "Yes, I'm very tired! After all, the prison makes one weak.