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Updated: May 23, 2025
She almost never won on the green cloth; sometimes Kovroff won, sometimes Kallash, sometimes Karozitch, but with the slight difference that the last won more seldom and less than the other two. Thus every Wednesday a considerable sum found its way from the pocketbook of the baroness into that of one of her colleagues, to find its way back again the next morning.
She declares that her husband is somewhere in Germany, and that she lives here with her brother." "Who is the 'brother'?" asked the old princess curiously. "The deuce knows! He is also a bit shady. Oh, yes! Sergei Kovroff knows him; he told me something about their history; he came here with a forged passport, under the name of Vladislav Karozitch, but his real name is Kasimir Bodlevski."
Her brother, Ian Karozitch, was also there, suave, alert, dignified, losing no opportunity to make friends with the distinguished company that thronged he prince's rooms. Late in the evening the baroness and her brother might have been seen engaged in a tete-a-tete, seated in two comfortable armchairs, and anyone who was near enough might have heard the following conversation: "How goes it?"
The little ship was crossing the Gulf of Bothnia toward the coast of Sweden. In the year 1858, in the month of September, the "Report of the St. Petersburg City Police" among the names of "Arrivals" included the following: Baroness van Döring, Hanoverian subject. Ian Vladislav Karozitch, Austrian subject.
"I have been paying attention to the solid capitalists," replied Karozitch; "we have made our debut in the role of practical actors. Well, what about him?" he continued, indicating Prince Shadursky with his eyes. "In the web," she replied, with a subtle smile. "Then we can soon suck his brains?" "Soon but he must be tied tighter first. But we must not talk here."
Petersburg of Baroness von Döring and Ian Vladislav Karozitch. A few days after there was a brilliant reunion at Princess Shadursky's. All the beauty and fashion of St. Petersburg were invited, and few who were invited failed to come.
Karozitch asked in a low tone. "As you see, I am making a bit," answered the baroness in the same quiet tone. But her manner was so detached and indifferent that no one could have guessed her remark was of the least significance. It should be noted that this was her first official presentation to St. Petersburg society.
People talked about her and became interested in her, and her first evening won her several admirers among those well placed in society. "I have been paying attention to the solid capitalists," replied Karozitch; "we have made our début in the rôle of practical actors. Well, what about him?" he continued, indicating Prince Shadursky with his eyes. "In the web," she replied, with a subtle smile.
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.
"Then we can soon suck his brains?" "Soon but he must be tied tighter first. But we must not talk here." A moment later Karozitch and the baroness were in the midst of the brilliant groups of guests. A few late comers were still arriving. "Count Kallash!" announced the footman, who stood at the chief entrance to the large hall.
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