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Then she said to Dechartre, who was looking at her silently: "That is amazing! I understand now why the Princess Seniavine, this winter, asked my father to advise her about buying horses."
At night, Princess Seniavine has a fine blond complexion; in the sun she is as yellow as a lemon. It must be owned that she does not care. She is not a coquette." "And you are?" "Oh, yes. Formerly I was a coquette for myself, now I am a coquette for you." She looked at the Sabine woman, who with her waving arms, long and robust, tried to avoid the Roman's embraces.
"One great principle," he said, "is that men should be judged by their acts." "And women?" asked Princess Seniavine, brusquely; "do you judge them by their acts? And how do you know what they do?" The sound of voices was mingled with the clear tintinabulation of silverware. A warm air bathed the room. The roses shed their leaves on the cloth. More ardent thoughts mounted to the brain.
In four pages she had said little and explained less. She announced only that she should stay a month in Florence, the air of which did her good. Then she wrote to her father, to her husband, and to Princess Seniavine. She went down the stairway with the letters in her hand. In the hall she threw three of them on the silver tray destined to receive papers for the post-office.
The Jews brought to Italy the science of Greece and of the Orient. The Renaissance, Madame, is the work of Israel. That is the truth, certain but misunderstood." And he went through the crowd of visitors, crushing hats as he passed. Princess Seniavine looked at her friend from her box with the curiosity that the beauty of women at times excited in her.
And at every strange revelation concerning Madame Raymond, or Madame Berthier, or Princess Seniavine, he added, negligently: "Everybody knows it." Then, little by little, the crowd of visitors dispersed. Only Madame Marmet and Paul Vence remained. The latter went toward Madame Martin, and asked: "When do you wish me to introduce Dechartre to you?" It was the second time he had asked this of her.
Therese exclaimed: "I have hardly time to dress for dinner." And she passed swiftly between the stone lions, leaving her lover under the impression of a fairy-tale vision. In the drawing-room, after dinner, M. Berthier d'Eyzelles read the newspaper, and the Princess Seniavine played solitaire. Therese sat, her eyes half closed over a book.
"How beautiful she is!" exclaimed Princess Seniavine. "What a pity it is we never see her! In the morning she is promenading in the alleys of Saint Malo, in the afternoon she is closeted in her room. She runs away from us." The coach turned around the large circle of the beach at the foot of the villas and gardens on the hillside. And they saw at the left the ramparts and the steeple of St.
He persisted in trying to flatter her vanity, unable to realize that her mind was not worldly. She replied, negligently, that it might be a pleasant trip. Then he praised the mountains, the ancient cities, the bazaars, the costumes, the armor. He added: "We shall take some friends with us Princess Seniavine, General Lariviere, perhaps Vence or Le Menil."
On the 9th June, after a week's delay for want of wind, the Seniavine entered Petropaulovsky, where it was retained taking in provisions until the 26th. A whole series of surveys were taken during this interval, of the coasts of Kamtchatka, and of the Kodiak and Tchouktchi districts, interrupted, however, by visits to Karaghinsk Island, the bay of St. Lawrence, and the gulf of Santa Cruz.
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