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Updated: June 10, 2025
"The one, Feodor Feodorovitch, who has wished more than once to assassinate you, and who this night has opened the datcha to your assassin is your daughter." The general held himself up by his two hands against the wall, and, looking at Matrena and Natacha, who now were both upon the floor before him like suppliants, he said to Matrena: "It is you who assassinate me." "Me!
It is terrible to hear it in my ear any moment when I least expect it. Tick-tack! Tick-tack! It is the blood beating in my ear, for instance, hard, as if it struck on a sounding-board. Why, here are drops of perspiration on my hands! Listen!" "Ah, this time someone is talking is crying," said the young man. "Sh-h-h!" And Rouletabille felt the rigid hand of Matrena Petrovna on his arm.
Even as he spoke he saw the marshal's carriage disappear around a corner of the road. As to the two officers, they were nowhere on the roadway. He was surprised that the marshal should have gone without seeing Matrena or the general or himself, and, above all, he was disquieted by the disappearance of the orderlies.
"Have the general come down by the narrow servants' stairway, and slip out of the house from the window of Natacha's sitting-room, with the aid of a twisted sheet. Matrena Petrovna will come to speak to them during this time; that will keep them patient until the general is out of danger. As soon as Matrena has withdrawn into the garden, I will call my men, who will shoot them from a distance."
Your healths, my children," said the general as Rouletabille handed him back the watch and he put it in his pocket. "Your health, Feodor Feodorovitch," replied Matrena Petrovna, with her usual tenderness.
As soon as he was gone we had only one thought, to get away from here to settle our difference with arms in our hands." "Without speaking to me about it!" interrupted Trehassof. "I never will pardon that." "You fight at such a time, when the general is threatened! It is as though you fought between yourselves in the face of the enemy. It is treason!" added Matrena.
His face was so strangely pensive also that the anxiety of Matrena, who had been able to make nothing out of his acts and looks all day, came back upon her instantly in greater force than ever. She touched his arm in order to be sure that he knew she was there. "My little friend," she said, "will you tell me now?" "Yes, madame," he replied at once. "Sit in that chair and listen to me.
Nevertheless, as the promenade had been a little fatiguing, Matrena ordered him to go and rest immediately. Athanase and Thaddeus took their leave. The two officers were already at the end of the garden, talking coldly, and almost confronting one another, like wooden soldiers. Without doubt they were arranging the conditions of an encounter to settle their little difference at once.
He slept like a child and did not touch his potion." "And my leg is almost well." "All the same, it is singular that those grapes should have disappeared," insisted the marshal, following his fixed idea. "Ermolai," called Matrena. The old servant appeared. "Yesterday evening, after these gentlemen had left the house, did you notice a small white box on the garden table?" "No, Barinia."
The man tumbled down on the threshold of the door, then on the ground. Stepan stepped into the bedroom. Matrena jumped out of bed, and remained standing by its side. With the same axe Stepan killed her also. Then he lighted the candle, took the money out of the desk, and left the house.
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