"I am not German!" For her the least important thing was to die.

She was only worried for fear they might believe her of that odious nationality.
The attorney found himself in an automobile with many men whom he scarcely knew.

Other vehicles were before and behind theirs.

In one of them was Freya with the nuns and the priest.
A faint streak was whitening the sky, marking the points of the roofs.
Below, in the deep blackness of the streets, the renewed life of daybreak was slowly beginning.

The first laborers going to their work with their hands in their pockets, and the market women returning from market pushing their carts, turned their heads, following with interest this procession of swift vehicles almost all of them with men in the box seat beside the conductor.