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"There is no need to go into details," answered the Count, abruptly. "But if ever I acquire the power, I shall make a Jew smart for every drop of blood that flowed from the wound. Come, supper must be ready. We will not spoil our appetites by speaking of the despicable race." Count Drentell wisely refrained from telling his wife the cause of his scar. It was not for a wife's ear to hear the tale.
"The soldiers have recaptured him!" gasped Mendel, with a groan of anguish. "Oh, my poor brother; God help you!" and sank unconscious into the friendly arms of his new acquaintances. After an hour's sojourn in "The Imperial Crown," the best inn of Poltava, Countess Drentell continued her journey towards her country-seat at Lubny, where the carriage arrived just before nightfall.
"The God of Israel has been our support in the past," she answered, firmly; "He will not desert us in the future. Come what will, I shall not endeavor to avoid it by the loss of my self-respect. Now, make way, sir; let me go." "And is this the end of all my dreams? Am I to abandon all hope of ever seeing you again?" asked Loris, gloomily. "Count Drentell," replied the girl, with a proud glance.
Her black eyes flashed with an angry fire, as she cried: "Count Drentell, you have taken advantage of my helplessness to intrude upon my privacy and have acted, not as befits a gentleman, but in a manner that one would scarcely expect from the meanest of your father's serfs. Let us understand one another. In spite of my repulses you still continue to assert that you love me."
Drentell interpreted her silence favorably, and with a joyful cry he arose and folded the astonished girl in his arms. "You will be mine, you will not reject my love? Turn your eyes upon me and make me happy with your smile. Do not struggle in my embrace, but tell me that you love me."
Would you make me your wife?" insisted the girl. "Before God we would be man and wife." "Count Drentell, would you brave the anger of your father and the opinion of the entire court and present me, the Jewess, as your wife?" Loris looked for a moment at the flashing eyes of the indignant girl, and then his glance sought the floor.
Within a week of Pomeroff's execution Count Dimitri Drentell, our old acquaintance whom we left at Lubny and whom the Crimean War had made a General, arrived in Kief as its future Governor.
The Jew-haters, Drentell, Mikail and others, were busy at the capital, currying favor with the new government, and the poor Jews breathed more freely and enjoyed a brief respite from danger.
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