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I'm going in for some; I heard Hugh Pierson say it was ripping; come and let's have some." "I couldn't touch any," said Nell with a little shudder of disgust. Boris looked at her and gave vent to the faintest of sighs. "While I'm having my lobster, you could eat a jelly, couldn't you?" he said in the most insinuating of whispers. "No, I couldn't; I couldn't touch anything.
Billy raised herself, her eyes wide open, her mouth very red against the white face, and about her lips the resolute, obstinate lines which they were wont to assume when Billy felt that she must have something for which she longed. She climbed softly out of the bed, crept to the unclosed door and peeped through the crack. Boris was lying asleep on the sofa.
The election was a prearranged affair; and presently Boris was waited upon in the convent to which he had retired with the declared purpose of leading a monastic life in future and informed of his selection by the people as Czar of all the Russias. He modestly declined, of course; and, equally of course, his modesty only made the people the more clamorous.
Boris was absent, but Helena delayed not a moment to venture into his father's presence. She found him in a hall over-looking the court-yard, with his terrible whip in his hand, giving orders for the brutal punishment of some scores of serfs. The sight of her, coming thus unexpectedly upon him, did not seem to produce the least effect.
They both looked at him upon this brusque interrogation, seemed not to understand, and then, suddenly recalling, they declared very naturally that they had left them on the garden table and had not thought about them. "You forgot my caution, then?" said Count Kaltzof severely. "What caution?" said Boris. "Oh, yes, the washing of the grapes. Doucet's caution."
"It's Boris, the boar-hound," said I, still in a whisper, although there was no sign of any listeners. I knew the dog well; he was the king's favorite, and always accompanied him when he went hunting. He was obedient to every word of the king's, but of a rather uncertain temper towards the rest of the world. However, de mortuis nil nisi bonum; there he lay dead in the passage.
In the evening the admission took place. The new decoration of the Premises contributed much to the magnificence of the spectacle. It was Boris Drubetskoy who was admitted. I nominated him and was the Rhetor. A strange feeling agitated me all the time I was alone with him in the dark chamber. I caught myself harboring a feeling of hatred toward him which I vainly tried to overcome.
Boris Strumolowski had regained his Christ-like silence and Jimmy Portugal was damning everybody, except the group in whose behalf he ran the Neo-Artist. Among the condemned were Eric Cobbley, and several other "lame-duck" genii who at one time or another had held first place in the repertoire of June's aid and adoration.
Androvsky took his arm from hers abruptly. "Monsieur de Trevignac!" he said. "Monsieur de Trevignac?" He stood as if in deep and anxious thought. "Yes, the officer. That's his name. What is it, Boris?" "Nothing." There was a sound of voices approaching the camp in the darkness. They were speaking French. "I must," said Androvsky, "I must "
Without earings of siluer or some other mettall, and her crosse about her necke, you shall see no Russe woman, be she wife or maide. The Lord Boris Phcodorowich his letter to the Right Honorable William Burghley Lord high Treasurer of England. &c.
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