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"And so many are dead, Desmond, have died for me. My heart is heavy and full of tears, only only there is you, and you are here, and, God forgive me, there is joy in my soul because of this." It was a strange, new thing for him to see Maritza weep. "And Frina. Frina gave her life for mine, Desmond," she whispered. He did not speak, but his fingers closed over hers, and they were both silent.
"Captain Ellerey does not like De Froilette," said Frina. "Tell me your plan, Maritza." The Princess drew a flower carefully from the bowl and held it to her face, as though she were absorbed for a moment in its beauty and fragrance. "Captain Ellerey left the Court with you, to-night," she said. "That was wisely thought of. Did he come willingly?"
Thus, through the fierce fire of temptation Frina Mavrodin came forth a stronger woman, a keener slave to duty, because that duty must cost her so much. And having shaken herself free from the fetters of selfishness, her thoughts and conceptions became more acute. It was hardly possible that Desmond Ellerey had yet returned to Sturatzberg.
Baron Petrescu will come to-night if possible, but extreme caution is needed. I came on. I am of no importance and pass unnoticed. I have visited a score of places in the city already, and I have much more to do before sunset." "Does Captain Ellerey return to Sturatzberg?" asked Frina thoughtfully. "Aye; and he is a man whose equal these eyes are never likely to see again. He is fit to be a king."
Park obeyed, and the stranger who had never before seen a white man, seemed wonderfully surprised, exclaiming in a low voice, "God preserve me, who is this?" But when he found Mr. Park could speak the Bambarra tongue, and was going the same way as himself, he promised to assist him in crossing the river, which was named the Frina.
I could not stay her," said Stefan between his deeply panted breaths as he struck again and again. "Fly, Maritza!" "Frina! You!" "Fly, Maritza!" The salvation of Maritza seemed her one thought. The hope that she might accomplish it, even at the last moment, had drawn her hither. How it was to be done she had not asked herself. Yet now she appeared to have found the way.
It hardly amounted to restraint, but the Countess was more reserved, and the Princess talked little of her hopes and plans. She made more show of taking her companion into her confidence, but told her less. For this difference, perhaps, Frina was chiefly responsible.
It had been as wakeful a night for Jules de Froilette as it had been for Frina Mavrodin, but he had spent it in no restless pacing up and down, nor in listening for expected footsteps. Francois he knew was prowling about the streets. In the early hours of the morning the servant had come hastily and told his master of the rescue of Princess Maritza.
The various pieces of the puzzle which he had fitted into places to his satisfaction suddenly seemed inadequate to fill the places he had assigned to them. To-night he had discovered a depth in Frina Mavrodin the existence of which he had never suspected.
"She may unwittingly enlighten your Majesty," said Lord Cloverton, He could not believe that his cleverness would not be sufficient, sooner or later, to make the Countess betray herself, although the past was utterly barren of result. So Frina Mavrodin was admitted. The presence of the British Ambassador did not disconcert her. She went to the point at once.
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