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Stanislass, too, had been difficult, he had threatened to go back to Poland immediately, which he explained was his obvious duty to do but she had fortunately been able to crush that idea completely with tears and scenes.
Ferdinand Ardayre had been very helpful all the summer he had moved from the Constantinople branch of his business to one in Holland and had just returned to England now; he was, in fact, coming to see her later on when she should have packed Stanislass safely off to the St. James' Club. Harietta had no imagination to be inflamed by terrible descriptions of things.
The drug had calmed all her terrors and her dramatic instinct held full sway. She arranged her toilet with the utmost care, using all her arts to beautify herself. In her ears were Stanislass' ruby earrings and she wore Stepan's ring and brooch. Death to her was an impossibility she had never seen any one die.
I did not meet her until she had got rid of him and he had disappeared. She would sacrifice any one who stood in her way." "Your friend, the present husband, looks pretty epuise one feels sorry for the poor man." Then, as ever, at the mention of the debacle of Stanislass, Verisschenzko's eyes filled with a fierce light. "She has crushed the hope of Poland for that, indeed, one day she must pay."
But how was she going to be sure to see Stepan again that was the question which still agitated her. Verisschenzko wished to further examine Ferdinand Ardayre, and so decided to make every one uncomfortable once more by staying on. Stanislass, very nervous with him now, talked fast and foolishly. Harietta fidgeted, and in a moment or two Ferdinand Ardayre was announced.
"Ah! what instruments of the devil are such women as you possessing the greatest of all power over men you have used it only for ill wherever you have passed there is a trail of degradation and slime. Think of Stanislass! A man of fine purpose and lofty ideals. What is he now? A poor lifeless semblance of a man with neither brain nor will.
"Possibly I feel it sometimes when I think of Stanislass; he was a very good friend of mine." Sir John Ardayre joined them at this moment and the three walked towards the supper room and the Russian said good-night. "It is not good-bye, Madame. I, too, shall be in your country soon and I also hope that I may see you again before you leave Paris."
By the perfume the same as you told me must be that of Stanislass' mistress on the handkerchief marked 'F.A. The whole thing was dramatically childish. You thought to prove her husband was still alive, would stop my marriage with Amaryllis Ardayre!" "Then you are going to marry her!"
Verisschenzko knew that he had alarmed her sufficiently, so he sat down in his chair again and lit a cigarette calmly then he sniffed the air. "Your mongrel friend uses the same perfume as Stanislass' mistress!" "Stanislass' mistress?" she had forgotten for the moment. "Yes don't you remember we burnt his scented handkerchief the last time we met, because we did not like her taste in perfumes?"
"Yes, but who the officer was at the Ardayre ball I cannot yet trace. Stanislass is quite a gaga he spends his time packed off to play piquet at the St. James' he has no bosse des cartes, it is his burdensome duty." "He does not feel the war?" "He is numb." "What will you do if you catch her red-handed?" "I shall have her shot without a moment's compunction. It would be a fitting end."
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