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Both Kallash and Kovroff were too cautious to take an immediate, personal part in the gold-dust sale. There was a certain underling, Mr. Escrocevitch by name, at Sergei Kovroff's beck and call a shady person, rather dirty in aspect, and who was, therefore, only admitted to Sergei's presence by the back door and through the kitchen, and even then only at times when there were no outsiders present.
I have something for you!" "Something for me?" answered the old woman, looking up with stupid inquiry and already forgetting the existence of the impudent youth. "Yes, I'll come! What have you got for me?" Count Kallash led her by the arm out of the crowd, which began to disperse, abashed by his appearance and air of determination.
Count Kallash was also gay, and a certain satisfaction filled his mind at the thought of his sister's security, as he felt the heavy packet of notes in his pocket. He smoked his cigar with evident satisfaction, sipping the fragrant tea from time to time. The conversation was gay and animated, and for some reason or other turned to the subject of clubs. "Ah, yes," interposed Bodlevski, "a propos!
A moment later Karozitch and the baroness were in the midst of the brilliant groups of guests. A few late corners were still arriving. "Count Kallash!" announced the footman, who stood at the chief entrance to the large hall. At this new and almost unknown but high-sounding name, many eyes were turned toward the door through which the newcomer must enter.
He doesn't know where to turn and rather than take his gold back with him, he would willingly let it go at an even lower rate than the smugglers generally ask. If I had enough free cash I would go in for it myself." "It looks a good proposition," commented Count Kallash. "It is certainly very enticing; what do you think?" said Prince Shadursky interrogatively, folding his arms.
Count Kallash was also gay, and a certain satisfaction filled his mind at the thought of his sister's security, as he felt the heavy packet of notes in his pocket. He smoked his cigar with evident satisfaction, sipping the fragrant tea from time to time. The conversation was gay and animated, and for some reason or other turned to the subject of clubs. "Ah, yes," interposed Bodlevski, "a propos!
"Very well, I will compel you to unmask?" "To unmask? What do you mean, count? You forget yourself!" "Well, then, I shall try to make you remember me!" And Kallash turned his back on her and strode from the room. A moment later, and she heard the door close loudly behind him. The baroness had already told Bodlevski of her meeting with Princess Anna, and she now hurried to him for counsel.
Believe me, dear baroness, that if I had not legally sufficient facts in my hands, I would not have spoken to you of this." Kallash lied, but lied with the most complete appearance of probability. The baroness again grew confused and turned white. "Where are your facts? Put them in my hands!" she said at last, after a prolonged silence. "Oh, this is too much!
After a year or two she was left alone by the death of her companion, and step by step she learned all the lessons of sorrow. From one stage of misfortune to another she gradually fell into the deepest misery, and had become a poor old beggar in the streets when Count Kallash came so unexpectedly to her rescue.
She talked freely of their early childhood, of their father's death, of their mother; she even spoke of her brother's coldness and hostility in terms which drove away the last shadow of doubt whether she was really his sister. But at first he made no corresponding revelations, remaining for her only Count Kallash.
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