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Updated: June 1, 2025
The Tzigana, taking Vogotzine's arm, led him gently toward the door, a little alarmed at the purple hue of the General's cheeks and forehead. "Come, take a little fresh air," she said to the old soldier, who regarded her with round, expressionless eyes. As they disappeared in the garden, Varhely drew from his pocket the little package given to him by Menko's valet.
What I have come for is to ask you to use your influence with the Russian Government to obtain Menko's release." "Are you very much interested in Menko?" "Very much," replied Yanski, in a tone which struck the minister as rather peculiar. "Then," asked Count Ladany with studied slowness, "you would like? "A note from you to the Russian ambassador, demanding Menko's release.
Although he knew nothing, Varhely had, nevertheless, guessed everything, and at once. The blow was too direct and too cruelly simple for the old Hungarian not to have immediately exclaimed, with rage: "Those were love-letters, and I gave them to him! Idiot that I was! I held those letters in my hand; I might have destroyed them, or crammed them one by one down Menko's throat!
Marsa answered simply with these words: "I will never bear the name of a man I despise." The wound made in her heart by Menko's lie was incurable; the Tzigana would never forgive.
What I have come for is to ask you to use your influence with the Russian Government to obtain Menko's release." "Are you very much interested in Menko?" "Very much," replied Yanski, in a tone which struck the minister as rather peculiar. "Then," asked Count Ladany with studied slowness, "you would like? "A note from you to the Russian ambassador, demanding Menko's release.
Menko's gray eyes, with blue reflections in them, which made one think of the reflection of a storm in a placid lake, became sad when calm, but were full of a threatening light when animated.
This moment of happiness and solitude after all the noise and excitement was indeed a blessed one! Andras had placed upon the piano of the salon Michel Menko's package, and, seated upon the divan, he held both Marsa's hands in his, as she stood before him. "My best wishes, Princess!" he said. "Princess! Princess Zilah! That name never sounded so sweet in my ears before! My wife!
Menko's house was some distance from the station, at the very end of the little city. The bell at the gate opening into the garden, had been removed, as if to show that the master of the house did not wish to be disturbed. Varhely was obliged to pound heavily upon the wooden barrier. The servant who appeared in answer to his summons, was an Hungarian, and he wore the national cap, edged with fur.
She was coming toward Zilah; in a moment, he would be able to touch her, if he wished, through the leaves! Even Vogotzine held his breath. Zilah eagerly questioned Marsa's face, as if to read thereon a secret, to decipher a name Menko's or his own.
Varhely is there also." And, taking Menko's arm, he led him toward Marsa. "See," he said to the young girl, "my happiness is complete." She, as Michel Menko bowed low before her, coldly and almost imperceptibly inclined her dark head, while her large eyes, under the shadow of their heavy lashes, seemed vainly trying to meet the gray eyes of the young man.
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