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On his arrival in Paris, from a run to the Low Countries, a week later, Major Alan Hawke betook himself at once to No. 9 Rue Berlioz. And there Marie Victor greeted him, handing him a letter which was dated from Jitomir, Volhynia. "How is your mistress?" he affably demanded. "She is well, and will remain for several months longer in Russia!" politely answered Marie, bowing him out.
In the unavoidable absence of the Bishop of Jitomir, the ceremony was performed by the Abbe Comte Czarouski, whom Balzac calls a holy and virtuous priest, and likens to Abbe Hinaux, the Duchesse d'Angouleme's confessor.
If only I had never promised his Majesty the Emperor Napoleon II never to cut fives! There are times when it is hard, very hard. And look at that beast of a Negro who plays Charlemagne." It was true. Koukou swept in three-quarters of the chips, rose with dignity, and bowed to the company. "Till to-morrow, gentlemen." "Get along, the whole pack of you," howled the Hetman of Jitomir.
"I think that I had better present you with all the property costumes of Prince Djiddin and the 'Moonshee," laughed Halton. "We accept on the sole condition that you will make us a visit at Jitomir, and experience a Russian welcome," cried the Anstruthers in chorus. "The Russian bear has a gentle hug, when his fur is stroked the right way!"
The Reverend Spardek and the Hetmari of Jitomir already had begun eating when we arrived. The setting sun threw raspberry lights on the cream-colored mat. "Be seated, gentlemen," said Le Mesge noisily. "Lieutenant de Saint-Avit, you were not with us last evening. You are about to taste the cooking of Koukou, our Bambara chef, for the first time. You must give me your opinion of it."
For nearly a year I was kept vibrating between the points of danger to us, my personal headquarters being at the Chateau of Jitomir. And there I lived out my brief heart-life, for there I met Valerie Troubetskoi. No one seemed to know where Pierre had found her, but later I learned her story from her own lips. "That is, all of the story of a woman's heart-life which is ever unveiled to any man!
"I think that a garrison life here, with Miss Mildred as commander, will just suit you and Madame Flossie?" laughed the kindly conspiring aide-de-camp, anxious to be away on his road to Jitomir, "personally conducted" by the brilliant Alixe.
Valerie roamed silently through the great halls of Jitomir, saddened and lonely, for their union was childless. My heart spoke to her own in my music; she knew the prayer of my soul, though my lips were silent. For I madly adored her. Then, then, I was a man!
The "beautiful statue" was steadfastly gazing at the picture of the young Rose of Delhi, in her lonely boudoir. "She shall learn to love her! To love her through me! And this man of iron shall yield! He shall hear my prayer! For, if he does not, then, he shall be struck to the heart blow for blow! And Fate shall pass her over! I swear it by that lonely grave in far away Jitomir!"
"I tore myself away from this mad scene. It was six o'clock. On the Rue de Bac, I hailed a cab on its mad career. "'Twenty francs tip, I said to the coachman, 'if you get to the Gare de Lyon in time for the Marseilles train, six thirty-seven." The Hetman of Jitomir could say no more. He had rolled over on the cushions and slept with clenched fists. I walked unsteadily to the great window.
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