He recognised it to be a woman from the long hair, the brown neck, and the half-concealed bosom.

But she was not a native of those regions: her wide cheek-bones stood out prominently over her hollow cheeks; her small eyes were obliquely set.

The more he gazed at her features, the more he found them familiar.

Finally he could restrain himself no longer, and said, "Tell me, who are you?
It seems to me that I know you, or have seen you somewhere." "Two years ago in Kief." "Two years ago in Kief!" repeated Andrii, endeavouring to collect in his mind all that lingered in his memory of his former student life.

He looked intently at her once more, and suddenly exclaimed at the top of his voice, "You are the Tatar! the servant of the lady, the Waiwode's daughter!" "Sh!" cried the Tatar, clasping her hands with a supplicating glance, trembling all over, and turning her head round in order to see whether any one had been awakened by Andrii's loud exclamation.
"Tell me, tell me, why are you here ?" said Andrii almost breathlessly, in a whisper, interrupted every moment by inward emotion.