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As they talked the marshal played with a box of white cardboard tied with a pink string. At this moment Matrena, who had not been able to resist the desire to talk for a moment with Rouletabille and tell him how happy she was, rejoined the young man. "Little domovoi," said she, laying her hand on his shoulder, "you have not watched on this side?" She pointed in her turn to the dining-room.
Lord! how that young Frenchman had frightened her, rising suddenly like that, without warning, on the lawn. She had believed for a moment that it was the domovoi-doukh himself rising to stretch his legs. Happily he had spoken at once and she had recognized his voice. And besides, her domovoi surely would not speak French. Ah! Matrena Petrovna breathed freely now.
It was the night after the attempt with the bouquet, my dear little monsieur, my dear little domovoi; it seemed to me I heard a noise on the ground-floor. I hurried downstairs and saw nothing suspicious at first. Everything was shut tight. I opened the door of Natacha's chamber softly. I wished to ask her if she had heard anything. But she was so fast asleep that I had not the heart to awaken her.
"It is impossible, for we found it locked." "It is possible, if someone closed it behind him." "Ah!" She commenced to tremble again, and, falling back into her nightmarish horror, she no longer wasted fond expletives on her domovoi as on a dear little angel who had just rendered a service ten times more precious to her than life.
"Eh, my little domovoi doukh, I am going to carry you there in my arms." Matrena extended her large round arms ready to take Rouletabille as though he had been a baby. "No, no. I will get up there all right alone," said Rouletabille, rising stupidly and appearing ashamed of his excessive sleepiness.
With such an instrument it is child's play, if the hole has been made where it ought to be, to touch the bolt on the inside from the outside, pick the knob on it, withdraw it, and open the door if the bolt is like this one, a small door-bolt." "Oh, oh, oh," moaned Matrena, who paled visibly. "And that hole?" "It exists." "You have discovered it?" "Yes, the first hour I was here." "Oh, domovoi!
"Boris's parents came to see us a little while ago, to inquire after the general. They have taken Natacha away with them, as they often have done. Natacha went with them readily enough. Little domovoi, listen to me, listen to Matrena Petrovna Anyone would have said she was expecting it!" "Then she has gone to lunch at their house?" "Doubtless, unless they have gone to a cafe. I don't know.
"I'm sure there is someone who will miss me that brave woman there. Ask her which she prefers, all your police, or her dear little domovoi. We are good friends already. And don't forget to present my condolences to her when the terrible moment has come." It was Koupriane's turn to be troubled. He coughed and said: "You believe, then, that the general runs a great immediate danger?"
That dear little living domovoi certainly was a rogue! Oh, that dear little domovoi who had been so affected by the tears of Matrena Petrovna! The good, fat, sentimental, heroic woman longed to hear, just then, his reassuring voice. "It is I. Here I am," said the voice of her little living familiar spirit at that instant, and she felt her skirt grasped. She waited for what he should say.
Then there were certain ancient traditions which might have been lessened in bulk and improved in quality by being subjected to searching historical criticism. More than once, for instance, a leshie, or wood-sprite, had been seen in the neighbourhood; and in several households the domovoi, or brownie, had been known to play strange pranks until he was properly propitiated.
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