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Updated: June 10, 2025
They were to take the first steamer. They were to come home with all speed. Surely there was no mistaking the fierce intent of the message. Popova suffered a moral collapse and Kalora went into a fit of weeping. Both of them feared to return and yet, at such a crisis, they knew that they dared not disobey. The whole morning was given over to hurried packing-up.
They reported that they had found a stranger in the garb of an infidel seated within the secret garden chatting with the Princess Kalora. They did not agree in their descriptions of him, but each maintained that the intruder was a very large person of forbidding appearance and terrific strength. "How did he manage to escape?" asked the Governor-General. "By jumping over the wall."
"That's it. I was so busy thinking of you after I left your cute little country that I couldn't remember the name. I thought of 'calico' and 'Fedora' and 'Kokomo' and a lot of names that sounded like it, but I knew I was wrong. Kalora Kalora I'll remember that. I knew it began with a 'K. But what in the name of all that is pure and sanctified are you doing in the land of the free?"
"You can not explain," gasped Kalora. "Run! Run! They know you have no right here. This means going to prison perhaps worse." "Does it?" he asked, between his set teeth. "If those two brunettes get me, they'll have to go some." When the two pounced upon him he made no resistance and they captured him.
It must be known that the Governor-General was now simply looking for a husband for Kalora. He did not hope to top the market or bring down any notable catch. He favored any alliance that would result in no discredit to his noble lineage. "At present they do not even nibble," he soliloquized, still looking at the ceiling. "They have taken fright for some reason.
Just as he seemed ready to flatten himself against the stones, he dropped the end of the pole to the ground and shot upward like a rocket. Kalora saw him give an upward twist and wriggle, fling himself free from the pole and disappear on the other side of the wall, the camera following like the tail of a comet.
At which very moment, Kalora was in an open carriage driving from one Vienna shop to another, trying to find ready-made garments similar to those worn by Mrs. Rawley Plumston. Popova was now a bundle-carrier. The shopping in Vienna was merely a prelude to a riotous extravagance of time and money in Paris.
If the father was worried by the prolonged crisis, the younger sister, Jeneka, was well-nigh distracted, for she could not hope to marry until Kalora had been properly mated and sent away. In Morovenia there is a very strict law intended to eliminate the spinster from the social horizon. It is a law born of craft and inspired by foresight.
And now he was sacrificing the innocent Kalora in order to punish the father. He said to himself: "If she does not fatten, then her father's heart will be broken, and he will suffer even as I have suffered from being called Christian." It was Popova who, by guarded methods, encouraged her to violent exercise, whereby she became as hard and trim as an antelope.
"Do as I have directed and you shall learn for yourselves," said the one who had invented the tactics. "I tell you that what you see is all shell. Now then " Four conspirators advanced in a half-careless and sauntering manner to where Kalora and the consul's wife sat by the sheltering tree, intent upon their exchange of secrets. "Pardon me, Mrs.
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