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Updated: May 6, 2025
Pere Alexis in the midst of all the strange laboratory instruments seemed Satan himself, and he repulsed the kindly arms stretched forth to sustain him; in the gloom, where danced here and there the little blue flames from the crucibles, lively as flickering tongues, he believed he saw Michael Nikolaievitch's ghost come to cry, "The arsenate of soda continues, and I am dead."
They wished to avenge Michael Nikolaievitch's death, for which they hold Natacha responsible, and they have kidnapped her." His eyes searched the great arm of the river for a boat. The river was deserted. Not a sail, nothing visible on the dead waters! "What shall I do? What shall I do? I must save her." He resumed his course along the river. Who could give him any useful information?
She grasped his hand in a quick sympathetic movement that she seemed instantly to regret. "You go away," she repeated. Rouletabille still held his place before her. She turned from him; she did not wish to hear anything further. "Mademoiselle," said he, "you are watched closer than ever. Who will take Michael Nikolaievitch's place?" "Madman, be silent! Hush!" "I am here."
He replied simply: "No, mademoiselle, it was the same man." And Koupriane felt compelled to add: "Anyway, we have found the proof of Michael Nikolaievitch's relations with the revolutionaries." "Where have you found that?" questioned the young girl, turning toward the Chief of Police a face ravished with anguish. "At Krestowsky, mademoiselle."
Matrena Petrovna was sure of Natacha's complicity in Michael Nikolaievitch's attempt to poison the general. I shared her stupor, her despair, when Feodor Feodorovitch took his daughter in his arms after that tragic night, and embraced her. He seemed to absolve her.
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