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Besides, I long to be on the move; Paris, London, the world, in short, bores me, bores me, bores me!" "The fact is, it is stupid, egotistical and cowardly," responded Labanoff. He again held out to Menko his nervous hand, burning, like his blue eyes, with fever. "Farewell!" he said. "No, no, 'au revoir'!" "'Au revoir' be it then. I will let you know what has become of me." "And where you are?"
Michel, with absent eyes, gazed at all this, as Trilby rapidly trotted on. He was thinking of what lay before him, of the folly he was about to commit, as he had said to Labanoff. It was a folly; and yet, who could tell? Might not Marsa have reflected? Might she not; alarmed at his threats, be now awaiting him?
"You are not a Russian." Menko smiled, and, placing his hands upon the thin shoulders of his friend, he said: "Those words reveal many things. It is well that they were not said before an agent of police." "Yes," responded Labanoff, firmly. "But I am not in the habit of recklessly uttering my thoughts; I know that I am speaking now to Count Menko."
Michel, with absent eyes, gazed at all this, as Trilby rapidly trotted on. He was thinking of what lay before him, of the folly he was about to commit, as he had said to Labanoff. It was a folly; and yet, who could tell? Might not Marsa have reflected? Might she not; alarmed at his threats, be now awaiting him?
However, I have no right to tell you that you are about to commit some folly." "No," calmly replied the Russian, very pale, but still smiling, "it is not a folly." "But it is a danger?" queried Menko. Labanoff made no reply. "I do not know either," said Michel, "how my affair will end. But, since chance has brought us together today, face to face "
Besides, I long to be on the move; Paris, London, the world, in short, bores me, bores me, bores me!" "The fact is, it is stupid, egotistical and cowardly," responded Labanoff. He again held out to Menko his nervous hand, burning, like his blue eyes, with fever. "Farewell!" he said. "No, no, 'au revoir'!" "'Au revoir' be it then. I will let you know what has become of me." "And where you are?"
Labanoff's visit might make the time pass until dinner. "Admit Monsieur Labanoff!" In a few moments Labanoff entered. He was a tall, thin young man, with a complexion the color of wax, flashing eyes, and a little pointed mustache. His hair, black and curly, was brushed straight up from his forehead. He had the air of a soldier in his long, closely buttoned frock-coat.
"And Count Menko will be delighted, my dear Labanoff, if you will let him know where, in Poland or Russia, he must go, soon, to obtain news of you. Fear nothing: neither there nor here will I question you. But I shall be curious to know what has become of you, and you know that I have enough friendship for you to be uneasy about you.
"Labanoff?" repeated Michel. "Monsieur Labanoff, who leaves Paris this evening, and desires to see Monsieur before his departure." The name of Labanoff recalled to Michel an old friend whom he had met in all parts of Europe, and whom he had not seen for a long time.
My brothers and I, the two Greffuhles, Caumont, Morny, Valewski, Edgard Ney, La Rochette, Casimir Perier, d'Albufera, Wagram, the de l'Aigles; foreigners too, Bedmar, d'Ossuna and officers and some ladies, amongst these the beautiful Duchess of Somerset, who always hunted in a mask, and was invariably escorted by the charming Prince Labanoff.
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