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At her instigation they had set out upon this adventure, which might well turn out according to any fashion that she chose. Yet without Bernadine what could she do? She was not the woman to carry on the work which he had left behind, for the love of him. Her words had been frank, her action shameful but natural.
Bernadine, under the mask of his habitual indifference, which had easily reassumed, seemed to be looking away out of the restaurant into the great square of a half-savage city, looking at that marvelous crowd, numbered by their thousands, even by their hundreds of thousands, of men and women whose arms flashed out toward the snow-hung heavens, whose lips were parted in one chorus of rapturous acclamation; looking beyond them to the tall, emaciated form of the bare-headed priest in his long robes, his wind-tossed hair and wild eyes, standing alone before that multitude, in danger of death, or worse, at any moment their idol, their hero.
Then the glass which she had nervously picked up again and was holding between her fingers, fell on to the tablecloth with a little crash, and the yellow wine ran bubbling on to her plate. Her scream echoed to the roof and rang through the room. It was Bernadine who stood there in the doorway, Bernadine in a long traveling ulster and the air of one newly arrived from a journey.
You have driven me to use against you means which I had grown to look upon as absolutely extinct in the upper circles of our profession." De Grost peered through the glass walls of the office. "Eight men, not counting yourself," he remarked, "and my poor manager and his faithful clerk lying bound and helpless. It is heavy odds, Bernadine."
Then they'd pick us up, and carry us in, and lay us out on a bed, and say they were beautiful in their lives, and in death they were not divided; and when they shut the house up at night and it was all still, mamma would cry. She'd be always crying, especially for you, Bernadine, because you're not such a trouble as I am.
The woman looked a little annoyed with herself. She remained silent. "May I not hope," Bernadine begged, "that you will give me the pleasure of meeting you again?" She hesitated for a moment. "He does not leave me," she replied. "I am not alone for five minutes during the day." Bernadine scribbled the name by which he was known in that locality, on a card, and passed it to her.
He was the centre of a little circle of men, respectably dressed, but every one of them hard-featured, with something in their faces which suggested not the ordinary toiler but the fighting animal the man who lives by his wits and knows something of danger. On the outskirts of the circle stood Bernadine.
She told Bernadine, as they undressed, that she thought Beth greatly improved. But Beth herself lay long awake that night; tossing and troubled, feeling far from satisfied either with herself or anybody else. The next morning she rose early and drew up her plan of life.
Bernadine remarked thoughtfully. "Of my husband's affairs," the woman said, "there is no one so ignorant as I. Yet since we left our own country this is the first time I have known him willingly speak to a soul." "Your own country!" Bernadine repeated softly. "That was Russia, of course? Your husband's nationality is very apparent." The woman looked annoyed with herself. She remained silent.
You think of everything." The door was suddenly opened. Bernadine stood upon the threshold and behind him several of the servants. "You will oblige me by stepping back into the study, my friends," he ordered. "With great pleasure," Sogrange answered with alacrity. "We have no fancy for this room, I can assure you."
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