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Koupriane pressed Rouletabille's hand and said just one word to him: "Remain." Having saluted the general and Matrena affectionately, and a group of friends in one courteous sweep, he departed, with thoughtful brow.
Rouletabille, frightened, looked about him. He found himself in a chapel. This little chapel completed the effect of the guards' dormitory. It was all gilded, decorated in marvelous colors, thronged with little ikons that bring happiness, and, naturally, with the portrait of the Tsar, the dear Little Father. "You see," said Koupriane, smiling at Rouletabille's amazement, "we deny them nothing.
"Prince," said Koupriane, "my men are in pursuit of a little Bohemian named Katharina, well known in the restaurants where she sings. We have seen her go into the Barque. Have you met her by any chance?" "Good Lord, Monsieur Koupriane, I am not the concierge of the Barque, and I have not noticed anything at all, and nobody. Besides, I am naturally a little sleepy. Pardon me."
"What makes you believe it?" "This." And Rouletabille handed Koupriane the message he had received that same morning. "Oh, oh," cried Koupriane. "You are under watch! Look out." "I have nothing to fear; I'm not bothering myself about anything further. Yes, we have an affair of the revolutionaries, but not of the usual kind.
Matrena Petrovna, Koupriane and the reporter shuddered before the high and terrible thing that happened then. Feodor had taken his daughter's face between his hands. He looked long at those eyes raised toward heaven, the mouth which had just uttered the word "Never," then, slowly, his rude lips went to the tortured, quivering lips of the girl. He held her close.
We are sure, you hear, we are absolutely sure that the man who tried to poison you yesterday and the man to-day who is dead are one and the same." "And what reason have you for being so sure? It is necessary to tell it," insisted the general, who trembled with distress and impatience. "Yes, let him tell now." "Ask monsieur," said Koupriane. They all turned to Rouletabille.
She was there to fight against Koupriane, Rouletabille and Matrena Petrovna, defending her Michael Nikolajevitch, while he, the father, after having failed to overawe her just now, was there in a corner suffering agonizedly. Koupriane walked over to him and said: "Listen to me carefully, Feodor Feodorovitch.
Ah, Rouletabille cursed his curiosity, for he saw it now it was the desire to approach the mystery revealed by Koupriane and to penetrate once more, through all the besetting dangers, an astounding and perhaps monstrous enigma, that had brought him to the threshold of the datcha des Iles, which had placed him in the trembling hands of Matrena Petrovna in promising her his help.
"Look, Rouletabaille is asleep," remarked la belle Onoto. "Poor boy!" said Annouchka. And, turning toward Gounsovski: "Aren't you soon going to get him out of our way? I heard some of our brethren the other day speaking in a way that would cause pain to those who care about his health." "Oh, that," said Gounsovski, shaking his head, "is an affair I have nothing to do with. Apply to Koupriane.
Koupriane, as he saw the prince about to pass him, trembled. The prince saluted him and ironically amused himself by inquiring: "Well, well, how do you do, my dear Monsieur Koupriane. Your Excellency has risen in good time this morning, it seems to me. Or else it is I who start for bed too late."
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