“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost!”—she heard his voice from behind the partition. “Go!”
She burst into sobs and left the cell. The lawyer came forward to meet her.
“Well, I see I have lost the bet. It can’t be helped. Where will you sit?”
“It is all the same to me.”
She took a seat in the sledge, and did not utter a word all the way home.
A year later she entered a convent as a novice, and lived a strict life under the direction of the hermit Arsény, who wrote letters to her at long intervals.