Chapter XXI
THE sky was overcast with low-hanging clouds, and though it was light enough to see the cart-ruts winding along the road, still to the right and left no separate object could be distinguished, everything blending together into dark, heavy masses. It was a dim, unsettled kind of night; the wind blew in terrific gusts, bringing with it the scent of rain and wheat, which covered the broad fields. When they passed the oak which served as a signpost and turned down a by-road, driving became more difficult, the narrow track being quite lost at times. The coach moved along at a slower pace. "I hope we're not going to lose our way!" Nejdanov remarked; he had been quite silent until then. "I don't think so," Markelov responded. "Two misfortunes never happen in one day." "But what was the first m
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