Sangarre was there. This fierce spy, the tool of Ivan Ogareff,
had not deserted her master. Ogareff had traveled rapidly to Ichim,
whilst Sangarre and her band had proceeded to Omsk by the southern part
of the province.
It may be easily understood how useful this woman was
to Ogareff. With her gypsy-band she could penetrate anywhere.
Ivan Ogareff was kept acquainted with all that was going on in
the very heart of the invaded provinces. There were a hundred eyes,
a hundred ears, open in his service. Besides, he paid liberally
for this espionage, from which he derived so much advantage.
Once Sangarre, being implicated in a very serious affair, had been
saved by the Russian officer. She never forgot what she owed him,
and had devoted herself to his service body and soul.
When Ivan Ogareff entered on the path of treason,
he saw at once how he might turn this woman to account.
Whatever order he might give her, Sangarre would execute it.
An inexplicable instinct, more powerful still than that of gratitude,
had urged her to make herself the slave of the traitor
to whom she had been attached since the very beginning of his
exile in Siberia.
Confidante and accomplice, Sangarre, without country, without family,
had been delighted to put her vagabond life to the service of the invaders
thrown by Ogareff on Siberia. To the wonderful cunning natural to her
race she added a wild energy, which knew neither forgiveness nor pity.
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