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I took Zara back to the house of the prince, where I was well known to every servant of the establishment, for I had been a constant and an honored guest, there. From it I despatched messengers to O'Malley, and to Coyle, and presently sent Durnief away to prison, in charge of the former, while the latter brought a conveyance which took Zara and me to the home of my princess.
"No." "Have you arrested her?" "I have not." "Where is she now?" "In her own home. I took her there this morning. Listen for a moment, and I will tell you how that occurred." Then I related in detail the story of my struggle with Durnief, the rescue of Zara, her heroism in assisting me, and I told of the final capture and imprisonment of the captain. But his majesty shook his head in a doubt.
The emperor respected that last wish of his dead friend. There was yet more mischief to be done, however, by that arch villain Durnief, for while we were still occupied with the care of Prince Michael's remains, the czar sent for me in haste. "This is a day of surprising missives," he said. "Here is another letter for you to read." I took it in my hand and glanced at the signature.
With Durnief, it was a struggle for life, liberty, and everything that he possessed, and he fought with all the desperation of a madman. With me, it was life, and the woman I loved, and I fought coolly, knowing that he could not get away from me, believing that I could tire him out, and satisfied that I could prevent him from securing his sword again.
As I passed through the house on my way to the street I met Captain Durnief, who stopped me for a moment. "I feel like a boy who is dressed in his first trousers," he said to me with a laugh. "You cannot comprehend the delight of returning to this place after the experiences I have undergone in Siberia, for even the life of an officer there is little better than that of a convict.
I shall have the pleasure of meeting you often, Dubravnik, for I understand that you are frequently at the palace." "Shall you be there?" I asked. "Yes; I am detailed to the palace guard. Have you enjoyed the evening here?" "Hugely." "Of course you have met the princess frequently." Durnief had a way of half closing his eyes when he talked.
Then I heard sounds, as if men were fighting, and I crawled from the overturned droshka, and saw you two struggling together, in the snow. I was dazed, frightened, and very weak. I did not remember what had happened; I did not recognize you. I thought, at first, that it was Durnief whom I should assist, and I stood there, watching the struggle for a long time, trying to remember.
The czar angry, was a much easier man to influence than the czar satirical. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "Why will Durnief fail to carry out my personal orders? Dare the princess refuse to accompany him?"
It is because I never loved him, because I never knew and appreciated his worth, until he was dead, that I believed that I could not live and bear the thought that he should continue unavenged, while Alexis Durnief, the perpetrator of such outrages, appeared boldly here at St. Petersburg, and even dared to make love to me.
"Durnief," I said, with a sneer. "Why should I read it? The man cannot tell the truth." "Because I desire you to do so." The note began in the usual form of addresses to the emperor, and was as follows: You have ere this been informed, and supplied with ample proof, that I am among the ranks of your enemies, the nihilists.
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