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They were never allowed to go out of the
house unattended; but to-day Sonia, profiting by
the general stir and bustle, stole out alone.
Aniuta, who was in the plot, went down stairs
with her, and kept watch at the gate till her
sister was out of sight, after which she returned
to her own room in anxious expectation, and
began putting on her light blue dress.
It was dusk already, and the first gas-lamps
were lighted.
Sonia had pulled down her veil, and tied her
bashlik close round her cheeks; she walked with
long strides down the broad streets, which at
this hour were almost empty—the first time she
found herself there alone. Her pulses were
hammering with the extreme excitement which
makes grand enterprises so attractive to young,
romantically-inclined hearts. She felt herself the
heroine of a romance which was going to be
acted; she, little Sonia, who had hitherto been
the shadow of her sister. Still, this romance was
very different from the usual love stories, which
she despised.
It was not to a lovers’ tryst she went with her
firm, quick, rhythmical step; it was not the
excitement of love which made her heart beat so
quickly, as, holding her breath, madly afraid of
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