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He handed our host some papers and, turning to us, said: "I shall send you for supper a splendid fish pie and some hot tomato soup." As he left, my host clasped his head in desperation and said: "With such scum of the earth are we now forced after this revolution to work!" A few minutes later a soldier from Sepailoff brought us a tureen full of soup and the fish pie.
My old friend, the agronome, and I started at once for Sepailoff's, where I left him at the door while I went in and was met by the same soldier who had brought the supper to us. Sepailoff received me immediately. In answer to my protest he said that it was a mistake and, asking me to wait for a moment, went out. I waited five, ten, fifteen minutes but nobody came.
The Lama shrunk up inside his coat and looked at me with fear. I felt the now familiar atmosphere of danger and so opened my holster and threw over the safety catch of my revolver. Soon the motor stopped alongside our caravan. In it sat Sepailoff with a smiling face and beside him his two executioners, Chestiakoff and Jdanoff.
One hundred thirty days yet and it is finished; then . . . Nirvana! How wearied I am with sorrow, woe and hate!" We were silent for a long time. I felt that I had now a mortal enemy in Colonel Sepailoff and that I should get out of Urga at the earliest possible moment. It was two o'clock at night. Suddenly Baron Ungern stood up.
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