It seemed to her that she almost heard the jingling of their spurs.
"I wish they had taken me, too!" she thought.
The whistle blew, calling the people to work.

This time its sounds were low, indistinct, uncertain.

The door opened and Rybin entered.

He stood before her, wiping the raindrops from his beard.
"They snatched him away, did they ?" he asked.
"Yes, they did, the dogs!" she replied, sighing.
"That's how it is," said Rybin, with a smile; "they searched me, too; went all through me--yes! Abused me to their heart's content, but did me no harm beyond that.

So they carried off Pavel, did they?
The manager tipped the wink, the gendarme said 'Amen!' and lo! a man has disappeared.