Alixe pressed a purse upon me.

An address in Paris was whispered.

'I will write! Go! For Valerie's sake, go!' "Forty-eight hours later I crossed the Galician frontier at Lemberg disguised as a Polish peasant.

My guardian, the Intendant, turned me over to our friends in the valley of the Styr.

After six months of wandering, I finally reached Paris in safety.