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Nadia gave him the lion's share of this scanty meal. He ate the pieces of bread his companion gave him, drank from the gourd she held to his lips. "Are you eating, Nadia?" he asked several times. "Yes, Michael," invariably replied the young girl, who contented herself with what her companion left. Michael and Nadia quitted Semilowskoe, and once more set out on the laborious road to Irkutsk.
However, amidst these continual miseries, a fortunate circumstance on that day occurred which it appeared likely would considerably ease their fatigue. They had been walking from Semilowskoe for two hours when Michael stopped. "Is there no one on the road?" "Not a single soul," replied Nadia. "Do you not hear some noise behind us? If they are Tartars we must hide. Keep a good look-out!"
It was not Nadia who held his hand, it was he who held that of his companion during the whole of that night; but, thanks to that trembling little hand which guided him, he had walked at his ordinary pace. Semilowskoe was almost entirely abandoned. The inhabitants had fled. Not more than two or three houses were still occupied.
But it is none the less true that on the next morning, twelve hours after their departure from Tomsk, Michael and she reached the town of Semilowskoe, after a journey of thirty-five miles. Michael had not uttered a single word.
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