CHAPTER XI.
At noon, calmly and in a businesslike way she put the books around her bosom, and so skillfully and snugly that Yegor announced, smacking his lips with satisfaction: "Sehr gut! as the German says when he has drunk a keg of beer.
Literature has not changed you, granny.

You still remain the good, tall, portly, elderly woman.

May all the numberless gods grant you their blessings on your enterprise!" Within half an hour she stood at the factory gate, bent with the weight of her burden, calm and assured.

Two guards, irritated by the oaths and raillery of the workingmen, examined all who entered the gate, handling them roughly and swearing at them.

A policeman and a thin-legged man with a red face and alert eyes stood at one side.