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There is no defining love, nor telling when it merges into hatred. "Thursday evening, before dinner," said De Chauxville. And he left her standing on the hearth-rug, her lips moving and framing no words. "Have you spoken to the princess?" asked Steinmetz, without taking the cigar from his lips. They were driving home through the forest that surrounded Osterno as the sea surrounds an island.
But we have never been much in sympathy; the coldness is intensified, that is all. So I took the opportunity of calling when I knew he was away." "How did you know he was away?" "Ah, madame, I know more than I am credited with." Etta gave a little laugh and shrugged her shoulders. "You do not care for Osterno?" suggested De Chauxville. "I hate it!" "Precisely.
He dislikes you. I should take care to give M. de Chauxville a wide berth if I were you, Paul." She had risen, after glancing at the clock. She turned down the page of her book, and looking up suddenly, met his eyes, for a moment only. "We are not likely to drop into a close friendship," said Paul. "But he is coming to Thors, twenty miles from Osterno."
They were driving along the new road now, the high-way Paul had constructed from Osterno to Tver. The road itself was, of course, indistinguishable, but the telegraph posts marked its course. Steinmetz tumbled heavily out of his furs and went toward the nearest telegraph post. "Where is the wire?" he shouted. Paul followed him in the sleigh.
He pushed him out of the hut, and kicked after him a few rags of clothing which were lying about on the floor, all filthy and slimy. "Good God!" muttered he under his breath, in English, "that a place like this should exist beneath the very walls of Osterno!"
For the moment Paul had forgotten Claude de Chauxville's existence. "I have news for you," he said; and he gently pushed the chattering countess aside. "Stépan Lanovitch is at Osterno. He arrived to-night." "Ah, they have set him free, poor man! Does he wear chains on his ankles is his hair long? My poor Stépan! Ah, but what a stupid man!" The countess collapsed into a soft chair.
Your strong man is usually ignorant of the existence of his own feelings. He is never conscious of them. Paul walked slowly through the village of Osterno, and realized, in his uncompromising honesty, that of the nine hundred men who lived therein there were not three upon whom he could rely. He had upheld his peasants for years against the cynic truths of Karl Steinmetz.
"Yes, dear, I remember," answered Etta, listlessly contemplating her gloved hands. "Well, I have not contented myself with thinking this during the last two or three years. I have tried to put it into practice. Steinmetz and I have lived at Osterno six months of the year on purpose to organize matters on the estate. I was deeply implicated in the Charity League "
She settled Karl Steinmetz's account with a sniff of contempt. "And that is why you have been so fond of Osterno the last two years?" she asked innocently. "Yes," he answered, falling into the trap. Catrina winced. One does not wince the less because the pain is expected.
"I suppose that at Osterno you set no value upon a bear-skin," he said after a pause. "We have many," admitted Etta. "But I love fur, or trophies of any description. Paul has killed a great deal." "Ah!" "Yes," answered Etta, and the music rose again. "I should like to know," she went on, "upon what assumption you make use of a word which does not often annoy me." "I have a good memory, madame.
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