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He did not regard them; he paid no attention even to their quarrel; he had eyes only for Natacha, who just now quit her place beside her father's wheel-chair and passed by them with a little nod of the head, seeming in haste to retrace the way back to the villa. "Are you leaving us?" Boris demanded of her. "Oh, I will rejoin you immediately. I have forgotten my umbrella."
He had raised her with the most touching care, not permitting anyone else, when she was sick, to have the care of passing the nights by her bedside. Natacha was seven years old when Feodor Feodorovitch was appointed governor of Orel.
"Listen," implored Boris in a voice that showed tears were not far away. "You are still a child, but still you can see things. Do you believe Natacha loves me?" "I am sure of it, Monsieur Boris; I am sure of it." "I am sure of it, too. But I don't know what to think now. She has let me go, without trying to detain me, without a word of hope." "And where are you going like that?"
Natacha Feodorovna herself, crushed by the tragic occurrence, was not able to answer her accusers at all, and her silence has been taken for a confession of guilt. Messieurs, Natacha Feodorovna will be started for Siberia to-morrow. We can do nothing for her. Natacha Feodorovna is lost to us." Then, with a gesture to those who surrounded Rouletabille: "Do your duty, messieurs." "Pardon, pardon.
She still had strength to fill them with water, while Rouletabille was almost overcome by the general, whom he still had in his arms, and Natacha concerned herself with nothing but her father, leaning over him as though to follow the progress of the terrible poison, to read in his eyes if it was to be life or death. "Ipecac," cried Matrena Petrovna, and she made the general drink it.
That was what he could not decide. Well, he would soon know, for he had decided to accept that invitation. Anything that brought him and Natacha into communication at the moment was a thing of capital importance to him. Half-an-hour later he gave the address of the villa to an isvotchick, and soon he stepped out before the gate where Ermolai seemed to be waiting for him.
The keys of the villa?" "Yes, give me a key to the veranda; you must have several. I must be able to get into the house to-night if it becomes necessary." She drew a key from her gown, gave it to the young man and said a few words in Russian to Ermolai, to enforce upon him that he must obey the little domovoi-doukh in anything, day or night. "Now tell me where Natacha has gone."
"We would have found Natacha without you; Gounsovski notified us that she was going to embark in the Bay of Lachtka this evening with Priemkof." "Natacha with Priemkof!" exclaimed Rouletabille. "Natacha with the man who introduced the two living bombs into her father's house!
But Natacha uttered a veritable torrent of glee: "He has found nothing! Yet he accuses him of being allied with the revolutionaries. Why? Why? Because I let him in? But I, am I a revolutionary? Tell me. Have I sworn to kill papa? I? I? Ah, he doesn't know what to say. You see for yourself, papa, he is silent. He has lied. He has lied." "Why have you made this false statement, Koupriane?"
He hurried along, bending close to the ground over such traces as he could see, which continually led him astray, but which conducted him finally to the thing that he sought. A noise of voices made him raise his head and then throw himself behind a tree. Not twenty steps from him Natacha and Boris were having an animated conversation.
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