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Two or three of them had already started to cross; many more were coming up from behind; and one, as he made the top and arose to his feet, braced himself on the sloping rock and raised a spear high above his head. At sight of him I started, crying to Harry and Desiree. They turned. "The king!"
After a time, a lady came out. "Tschaikovski leaped to his feet and turned white. The woman gave a little cry of alarm, and confusedly fumbled for the door. Finding it at last, she fled without speaking." In 1888 Tschaikovski went to Berlin. There Désirée was the idol of the court and public. They met now as friends.
Desiree obeyed; I had risen to my knees and remained so, gazing straight ahead, ready for a combat if it were not a physical one. I will not say that a certain feeling of dread did not rise in my heart, but I intended to show Desiree and Harry the childishness of their terror.
Then there was an imperceptible movement, rather felt than seen, throughout the vast assemblage, and Desiree sank back on her throne of gold with a shudder as the king severed with the knife the black cord of death and laid it on the ground at her feet. I looked at Harry; his face became slightly pale, but his eyes met mine firmly, speaking of a fortitude unconquerable.
D'Arragon read the letter slowly from beginning to the unsigned end, while Desiree, sitting at the table, upon which she leant one elbow, resting her small square chin in the palm of her hand, watched him. "Ah?" she exclaimed at length, with a ring of contempt in her voice, as if at the thought of something unclean. "A spy! It is so easy for you to keep still, and to hide all you feel."
De Casimir had seemed idle until he perceived her. Desiree made a little movement of horror at the announcement. She did not know that the fighting had already begun. "Ah!" cried de Casimir with a reassuring smile. "You must be of good cheer. There will be no war at all. I tell you that in confidence. Russia will be paralyzed.
"All right!" he called from below; and I lay flat on the rock while Desiree scrambled over the edge, holding to my hands. For a moment I held her suspended in my outstretched arms; then, at a word from Harry, I let her drop. Another moment and I was over myself, knocking Harry to the ground and tumbling on top of him as he stood beneath to break my fall.
"Quite flat," she said, "and falling straight down. When I saw it I wept like a Magdalen. Didn't I, Desiree?" "When I came in," said Desiree, "I was afraid for Madame. Madame was quite white. Madame looked like death." Christophe laughed. Corinne saw him in her mirror: "Heartless wretch; it makes you laugh," she said indignantly. She began to laugh too. He asked her how the rehearsal had gone.
None of these men was Charles. Unconsciously holding her two mittened hands at her throat, she searched each face. They were well placed to see even those who followed on foot. Many of them were not French. It would have been easy to distinguish Charles or de Casimir among the dark-visaged southerners. Desiree was not conscious of the crowd around her. She heard none of the muttered remarks.
In six words Desiree could have told him all she knew: that he was a spy who had betrayed to death and exile many Dantzigers whose hospitality had been extended to him as a Polish officer; that Charles was a traitor who had gained access to her father's house in order to watch him though he had honestly fallen in love with her. He was in love with her still, and he was her husband.
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