"Where do you think, Anna?" he said, looking down at her as she stood by his side.
"To Bobruisk," she murmured.
"No."
"Farther?"
"Ay, a long way farther."
Fear sprang into her soft eyes. Bobruisk was eighty-nine versts away, yet Ivan said they were going farther.
"We—we are not going to Minsk?" she cried.
"Aye, and beyond Minsk!"
"Ivan, tell me!" she gasped. "Tell me where we are going!"