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Switching on the electric light, he said: "Gentlemen, I am Prince Lermontoff, in temporary charge of this prison. The Governor is under arrest, and I regret that I must demand your swords, although I have every reason to believe that they will be handed back to you within a very few days after I have completed my investigations."
In the writings of Pushkin himself a Decembrist Lermontoff, Gogol, Turgeniev, Dostoyevsky, and many others less well known, the influence of the Decembrist movement is clearly manifested. If we are to select a single figure as the founder of the modern social revolutionary movement in Russia, that title can be applied to Alexander Herzen with greater fitness than to any other.
"Oh, it gives power enough," said the Governor. "Let's see how you turn on the stream." The Governor set the turbine at work, and the dynamo began to hum, a sound which, to the educated ear of Lermontoff, told him several things. "That's all right, Governor, turn it off. This is a somewhat old-fashioned dynamo, but it ought to give you all the light you can use.
Lermontoff pressed the button, and presently an attendant came to learn what was wanted. "Will you ask the captain to come here?" The steward departed, and shortly after returned with a big, bronzed, bearded man, whose bulk made the stateroom seem small. "You sent for the captain, and I am here." "So am I," said the Prince jauntily. "My name is Lermontoff. Perhaps you have heard of me?"
"Did the General say you should not allow me to see the letter to-night?" "No, your Excellency; he just said, 'Do not trouble his Highness to-night, but give him this in the morning." "In that case let me have it now." The Captain pulled a letter from his pocket and presented it to the Prince. It contained merely the two notes which Lermontoff had written to Drummond and to the Czar.
They took from his pocket his cigarette case, selected a tube of tobacco, placed it between his lips, searched another pocket, brought out a match-box, and struck a light. The striking of the match startled Lermontoff as if it had been an explosion; then he laughed, holding the match above his head, and there at his feet saw the loaf of black bread.
"But," said Lermontoff, "the Innuit, too, is corrupting under the influence of trade, of alcohol, and the savage lust of the white adventurer.
After lunch a dismal drizzle set in that presently increased to a steady downpour, which drove Lermontoff to his cabin, and that room being unprovided with either window or electric light, the Prince struck a match to one of the candles newly placed on the washstand.
"May I see your dynamo?" asked Lermontoff. The Governor, with one final warming of his hands, took up a candle, told the gaoler to remove the shade from the lamp and bring it, led the way along a passage, and then into a room where the prisoner, on first entering, had heard the roar of water. "What's this you have. A turbine? Does it give you any power?"
If they made enough money, they would like to go to America and work for the revolution they hoped for. They did not believe in bringing it about by violence, but by acting on the Christ principle, as they interpreted it. Yet they were not religionists. "Of course one is not sure of the aims and end of life," said Lermontoff.
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