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"She has nothing to learn, such power, such sweetness, such roundness!" "And how much I fear for her happiness!" replied the countess, who in her mother's heart could feel the flame that must some day be fatal to her child's peace. Natacha was still singing when Pétia dashed noisily into the room to announce, in triumphant tones, that a party of mummers had come.
I couldn't see how my gift could be dangerous, but when I learned of little Doucet's death this morning, I jumped into the first train and came straight here." "But, your Excellency," interrupted Natacha, "we have not seen your grapes." "Ah, they have not been served yet? All the better. Thank goodness!" "The Emperor's grapes are diseased, then?" interrogated Rouletabille.
If there was no poison in the flask, the poison must have been poured directly into the glasses by a person who was in the kiosk! Now, there were only four persons in the kiosk: the two who were poisoned and Natacha and himself, Rouletabille. And that kiosk was so perfectly isolated that it was impossible for any other persons than the four who were there to pour poison upon the table.
"Kaltsof came for a moment, entered the garden and went away again without seeing us, without saying even a word to the general." "Ah," said Natacha. With apparent indifference, she raised her arms and drew out her hat-pins. Rouletabille watched the pin without a word. The young girl hardly seemed aware of their presence.
And, fatally, it followed that Natacha, in that infernal intrigue, negotiated for the life of her father through the agency of a man who, underhandedly, sought to strike at the general himself, because the immediate death of her father before the negotiation was completed would enrich Natacha, who had given Michael so much to hope.
Because to whom, henceforth, could we trust ourselves? what and whom could we believe? what and whom could we watch? From that day, no other person but Natacha and me have the right to go to the first floor. The general's chamber was forbidden to his friends. Anyway, the general improved, and soon had the pleasure of receiving them himself at his table.
Those who had been dreading some counter-demonstration realized that no objection could possibly be raised to a prayer for the Tsar. All heads uncovered and the Bodje Taara Krari mounted, unanimously, toward the stars. Through his tears the young reporter never gave up his close watch on Natacha. She had half risen, and, sinking back, leaned on the edge of the box.
Give me Matiew's and I will give you the general's. And now there has been one more fruitless attempt to kill Feodor Feodorovitch and it is Natacha's fault that I swear, because she would not listen to me. And is Natacha implicated in it? O my God" Rouletabille asked this vain question of the Divinity, for he expected no more help in answering it on earth. Natacha!
That is so certain, so inevitable, that there is only one case, one alone, where, in such conditions, Natacha would not be regarded as the poisoner." "I confess that, logically, I do not see," said the Tsar, "anything beyond that but more and more of a tangle. What is it?" "Logically, the only case would be that where no one had been poisoned, that is to say, where no one had taken any poison."
It was then that Matrena resolved within herself to save the general in spite of himself, but I remain persuaded that, if she had dared such a plan against Natacha, it would only be because of what she believed definite proof of her step-daughter's infamy.
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