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In the midst of these classical preparations, enters, with a bevy of attendants, the haughty queen-like Agrippina, whom Nero, having sent for to complete his triumph, commands to bend too; but she stoutly refusing, and taking him fiercely to task, objurgating likewise Rome's degenerate gray-beards great bustle senate broken up hurriedly and she, with a "feri ventrem," dragged off to be killed by her son's order.
It was not unnatural that the Queen should desire the presence of her favourite at that momentous epoch, when the dread question, "aut fer aut feri," had at last demanded its definite solution.
He was mad with jealousy and threatened to kill anyone who dared come sneaking in round the back way. He wouldn't let me out of his sight and threatened to strangle me if I attempted to go and get the key back from Count Feri. I was nearly crazy with fear. Wouldn't you have been," she added defiantly, "if you had a madman to deal with and no one near to protect you?"
It was not unnatural that the Queen should desire the presence of her favourite at that momentous epoch, when the dread question, "aut fer aut feri," had at last demanded its definite solution.
"Well! Andor was in love with you, wasn't he?" she continued, speaking once more with vehemence; "he wanted you, didn't he? And he hated Béla having you. He hated me, too, of course. So he got the key away from Count Feri, and later on, after you had followed Béla almost to the tap-room and you had some words with him just outside .
In the midst of these classical preparations, enters, with a bevy of attendants, the haughty queen-like Agrippina, whom Nero, having sent for to complete his triumph, commands to bend too; but she stoutly refusing, and taking him fiercely to task, objurgating likewise Rome's degenerate gray-beards great bustle senate broken up hurriedly and she, with a "feri ventrem," dragged off to be killed by her son's order.
"Now go and fetch the key," said Count Feri, as soon as the door had closed on Leopold.
He had been exceptionally querulous to-night and was always ready to be suspicious; also Béla had been in the tap-room with Andor, and she wouldn't have liked to speak of the key before Béla. What she had been absolutely sure of, however, until now was that Andor would not have come back and then gone away like this, if he had not succeeded in his errand and got her the key from Count Feri.
And I was so broken and so wretched that I couldn't bear to see Andor so happy with the girl who rightly belonged to Béla the wretched man whom he himself had sent to his death." "Whom he himself had sent to his death?" broke in Elsa quietly. "What do you mean, Klara?" "I mean that it was young Count Feri who was to have come to see me that night.
"And I'm at my wits' end, Andor," she moaned appealingly. "I don't know what to do." "Hadn't you better tell me, then?" She threw back her head and looked him squarely in the face with a sudden determination to end the present agonizing suspense at all costs. "It is about young Count Feri."
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