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"This is your work," and he pointed to the mutilations, "and for that and many other things, Harietta, you shall at last pay the price. Now come, I will take you back to your lover, and your husband both will be waiting and longing for your return. Come!"
He happened to be standing at the door when the Boleskis were announced, and his light eyes devoured Harietta she seemed to him the ideal of things feminine and he immediately took steps to be presented. Assurance was one of his strongest cards. He was a fair man with the fairness of a Turk not European and there was something mean and chetive in his regard.
At that very moment, before they could enter the restaurant, and re-arrange their tables, Harietta Boleski and her husband swept upon them they were staying in the hotel. Harietta was enraptured. What a delightful surprise meeting them! Were they all just together, would they not dine with her?
But when he reached the landing above he paused, and looked down at her, moving away among the throng. "Sweet Lady of my Soul," he whispered softly. "After Harietta I could not soil even thy glove!" Events moved rapidly. Of what use to write of those restless, feverish days before the 4th of August, 1914? They are too well known to all the world.
Verisschenzko was writing and just glanced up while he murmured Napoleon's famous order to Mademoiselle George but Harietta Boleski pushed out her full underlip and sat down in a deep armchair. "No not this evening, I have only a moment. I have merely come, Stepan, you darling, to tell you that I have something interesting to say."
"But I thought you Russians did not greatly love the Poles?" Denzil remarked. "Enlightened Russians can see beyond their old prejudices and Stanislass was a lifetime friend. One day a new dawn will come for our Northern world." His eyes grew dreamy for an instant, and then resumed their watch of Harietta. Denzil looked at him and did not speak for a while.
The man swore in German under his breath. "Of a lightness always, Harietta! No devouement, no patriotism.... Should I have agreed to the divorce, loving your body as I do, had it not been a serious matter? The pig-dog who now owns you must be sucked dry of information and then I shall take you back again." A cunning look came into Madame Boleski's hazel eyes.
When John had been killed, Harietta had been extremely perturbed. "Now Stepan will be able to marry that odious bit of bread and butter, and he is sure to do it after the year!" This thought rankled with her and embittered everything. Nothing pleased her. She grew more than ever rebellious at the dullness she had to live in.
Ferdinand Ardayre had been very helpful all the summer he had moved from the Constantinople branch of his business to one in Holland and had just returned to England now; he was, in fact, coming to see her later on when she should have packed Stanislass safely off to the St. James' Club. Harietta had no imagination to be inflamed by terrible descriptions of things.
Harietta pushed Stanislass gently from the room with an injunction to be quick and then she returned and held out her arms to Ferdinand Ardayre. "Now you must not be jealous, Ferdie pet, about Verisschenzko," and she patted him.
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