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I suppose our beloved Monarch sends a minister to that country. If so, communicate with the Secretary of the Legation and request him to secure secluded apartments for her and a suite. You shall accompany her." "I?" exclaimed Popova, unable to conceal his joy. "Yes; she must be under careful restraint all the time. What is the capital of the United States?" "Washington.
The Governor-General had been leaning forward, listening intently. "Do you mean to say that there is a country in which all the woman are fat?" he asked. "It would seem so," replied Popova. "Let us read further." He picked up another of the torn pages and read aloud: To the Oatena Company of Pine Creek, Michigan: When I began using your wonderful health-food I was a mere skeleton.
And while Popova wondered, she sprang to her feet and ran to him and gave him a muscular embrace around the tender portion of his neck, for he still squatted after the oriental manner, even though he wore a long black coat of German make. "I consented to bring it because he was most urgent, and seemed a proper sort of person," began Popova, "and not knowing the contents "
"You must keep your face covered while we are in public or semi-public places," said Popova gently, repeating his instructions to the very letter. "I shall not." Thus ended any exercise of Popova's authority during the whole journey.
They were to take the first steamer. They were to come home with all speed. Surely there was no mistaking the fierce intent of the message. Popova suffered a moral collapse and Kalora went into a fit of weeping. Both of them feared to return and yet, at such a crisis, they knew that they dared not disobey. The whole morning was given over to hurried packing-up.
Pike had known that the officer who accompanied Popova was the celebrated Koldo, chief of the secret service, no doubt the impulse to retreat to his apartment and get behind the bed canopies would have been stronger.
The fact of her disgrace remained in the background, eclipsed not in evidence except as a dim shadow over the day. While she sat immovable, gazing into the street, feeling within herself a tumult which was not of pain, nor yet of pleasure, but a satisfactory commingling of both, she heard her name spoken. Popova was standing in the doorway.
"If he has been impertinent, possibly you will take no notice of his communication," suggested Popova. "Oh, I must I must at least acknowledge the receipt of it. Common courtesy demands that. I shall write just a few lines and you must take them to him at once.
Pike deftly squeezed the lemons and splashed in allopathic portions of the crystal fluid and used ice most wastefully. After vigorous shaking and patient straining he shot a seething stream of seltzer into each glass and finally delivered to Popova a translucent drink that was very tall and capped with foam. "Hide that, Professor," he said. "In a few minutes you will speak several new languages."
She put her hand through the window and he held it for a long time, while they once more went over their delicious plans. After the carriage had started, Popova spoke up from his dark corner. "I am beginning to understand why you wished to come to America. Also I have made a discovery. It was Mr. Pike who overcame the guards and jumped over the wall."
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