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Yet still she did not die, perhaps because her mind was gone, and strength lingers in mad creatures! "Yossof told all this. He was her fellow prisoner, and he made his escape two no, three years or more, since. He made his way here, and Anna was good to him; as she is good to every creature in adversity.
But one evening, as Mishka and I rode towards the castle, a pebble shot from a clump of bushes near at hand, and struck his boot. With a grunt he reined up, and, without glancing in the direction whence the missile came, dismounted and pretended to examine one of the horse's feet. But I saw a fur cap, and then a face peering from among the bushes for an instant, and recognized Yossof the Jew.
Along that track came a big figure that I recognized at once as Mishka, walking with clumsy caution. "You are better? That is well," he said in a gruff undertone. "How did I get here?" I demanded. "Yossof brought you; he found you walking about the streets, raving mad. It is a marvel that you were not shot down." Then I remembered something at least of what had passed. "How long since?"
And he did not know whom to trust, so he set out himself, though he speaks no word of any language but his own, and bribed and begged his way to London. He found out some of the League there, at a place in Soho, learned there where Selinski lived, stole the key to his rooms, and met you. He is a marvel, the poor good Yossof!" "Did you know it was he, when I described him that night?"
"You must ask me nothing of him; perhaps you will learn all there is to know one day. How strangely your fate has been linked with mine! Think of Yossof meeting you that night. He had heard of my danger from the League. Ah, that traitor, Selinski! How much his miserable soul had to answer for!
It was, as I well knew, useless to argue with Anne; so I went on with my ambulance work in grim silence, keeping near her, and letting the others go to and fro, helping the wounded into shelter and carrying away the dead. Natalya had run out also and joined her mistress. Yossof was not at hand; it was he whom we expected to bring the news we were awaiting so eagerly.
"They have not many so far, but there is one who comes and goes among them, one of themselves, who brings, now a revolver or two, now a handful of cartridges, now a rifle taken to pieces; always at the risk of his life, but that to him is less than nothing." "Yossof!" I exclaimed. He nodded, but said no more, for Count Vassilitzi came across the square to us. "All is quiet?" he asked. "Good.
Already I realized that I had learned absolutely nothing from the Jew save the new password, and the fact that he was, or soon would be, in direct communication with Anne. Mishka gave an approving grunt. "There are some who might learn discretion from Yossof," he remarked sententiously. "Just so. But who is he, anyhow?
Yossof stood at the end of the room, in an attitude of humility, his gray head bowed, his dingy fur cap held in his skinny fingers; but his piercing dark eyes were fixed earnestly on my face, and, when Barzinsky was gone and the door was shut, he came forward and made his obeisance. "I know the Excellency now, although the beard has changed him," he said quietly.
Even after the lapse of years I can scarcely bring myself to write of it, though every incident is stamped indelibly on my brain. Clear before my eyes now rises Anne's face, as, with her arm about the poor mother who was half fainting she turned and looked at the joyous rabble. "What is it?" she cried, and at the same instant Yossof hurried up, and spoke breathlessly to her.
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