Whatever it be that surprise remains.

For to those whom Russia and her people draw back again and again, however sternly they may resist, this sure truth stands: that here there is a mystery, a mystery that may never be discovered.

In the very soul of Russia the mystery is stirring; here the restlessness, the eagerness, the disappointment, the vision of the pursuit is working; and some who are outside her gates she has drawn into that same search.
I am not sure whether I may speak of Nikitin as my friend.

I believe that no one in our Otriad save Trenchard could make, with truth, this claim.

But for his own reasons or, perhaps, for no reason at all, he chose me on two occasions as his confidant, and of these two occasions I can recall every detail.
We returned that night from S---- to find that the whole Otriad had settled in the village of M----, where I myself had been the night before.