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Updated: May 7, 2025
It was not in her nature to beg and try to secure favors for her brother and Mimo without paying for them. She had agreed upon the price herself. Now all she had to do was to obtain as much as possible for this. "Mirko's cough has come back again," she said quietly. "Since I have consented I want him to be able to go into the warmth without delay.
The minutes seemed to drag into an eternity. All sorts of possibilities struck her, and then she controlled herself and became calm. There was a large photograph of her mother, which Mimo had colored really well. It was in a silver frame upon the mantelpiece, and she gazed and gazed at that, and whispered aloud in the gloomy room: "Maman, adorée!
And even though Zara Shulski knew of just how little value was anything he said or did yet his astonishing charm always softened her irritation toward his fecklessness. So she repeated more gently: "What then?" Mimo got up and flung out his arms in a dramatic way. "It cannot be!" he said.
And ever the fear grew that if Mimo were absent from her for a moment Uncle Francis would kill him. The poor, adored mother! And then of the coming of Mirko and all their joy over it; and then, gradually, the skeleton of poverty, when all the jewels had been sold and all Mimo's uniform and swords; and nothing but his slender income, which could not be taken from him, remained.
And when she was told it was a business matter between the two men, and that she would be given a large fortune, she expressed no more surprise than a disdainful curl of the lips. For her, all men were either brutes or fools like poor Mimo.
And once more the disturbing remembrance of Mimo returned, so that, when at last dawn came and he went back to the hotel, tired out in body and soul, it would not let him rest in his bed. His bed in the next room his wife! But one clear decision he had come to. He would treat her with cold courtesy, and they would play the game.
She had written to Mimo from Paris, and told him she was going to be married; that she was doing so because she thought it was best for them all; and he had written back enchanted exclamations of surprise and joy, and had told her she should have his new picture, the London fog so dramatic with its two meeting figures for his wedding gift. Poor Mimo, so generous, always, with all he had!
And then the time of the mother's first bad illness how they had watched and prayed, and Mimo had cried tears like a child, and the doctor had said the South was the only thing to help their angel's recovery. So to marry Ladislaus Shulski seemed the only way.
Think of all the sorrow of her life, and the great, great price she paid for her love; and then, when you see him poor Mimo try to be merciful." And Francis Markrute suddenly felt a lump in his throat. The whole pitiful memory of his beloved sister stabbed him, and extinguished the last remnant of rancor towards her lover, which had smoldered always in his proud heart.
"I have lived with my little brother, Mirko, and Mimo. How could I desert them? And sometimes we have found it hard at the end of the quarter but it was not always as bad as that, especially when Mimo sold a picture " "I will not hear his name!" Francis Markrute said with some excitement.
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