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"Well," she said, tapping on the arm of her chair with it; "I give Etta a mysterious past. She is the sort of person who would laugh and dance at a ball with the knowledge that there was a mine beneath the floor." "I do not think I am," said Etta, with a shudder. She rose rather hurriedly, and crossed the room with a great rustle of silks. "Stop her!" she whispered, as she passed Steinmetz.
Steinmetz lingered behind to give some last instructions, leaving Paul and Catrina to walk on down the narrow street alone. The moon was just rising a great yellow moon such as only Russia knows the land of the silver night. "How long have you been doing this?" asked Catrina suddenly. She did not look toward him, but straight in front of her. "For some years now," he replied simply. He lingered.
It sounds so like a romance written in the Kennington Road by a lady who has never been nearer to Russia than Margate." "I had better go with you," said Paul. "Gott! No!" exclaimed Steinmetz; "I must go alone. I will take Parks to drive the sleigh, if I may, though. Parks is a steady man, who loves a rough-and-tumble. A typical British coachman the brave Parks!"
"I wish," he said abruptly, "that I had never attempted to do any good; doing good to mankind doesn't pay. Here I am running away from my own home as if I were afraid of the police! The position is impossible." Steinmetz shook his shaggy head. "No. No position is impossible in this country except the Czar's if one only keeps cool. For men such as you and I any position is quite easy.
He looked round him, noting with experienced glance the lay of the whole incident the dead form of the bear ten yards behind his late hiding-place, one hundred and eighty yards from the hut, one hundred and sixty yards from the spot whence Karl Steinmetz had sent his unerring bullet through the bear's brain. Paul saw it all. He measured the distances.
Here, while the cold weather lasted, Etta had tea served, and thither the gentlemen usually repaired at the hour set apart for the homely meal. They had come regularly the last few evenings. Paul and Steinmetz had suddenly given up their long drives to distant parts of the estate.
He selected a cigarette from a silver case with considerable care, and having lighted it smoked for some moments in silence. The servant brought the coffee, which he drank thoughtfully. Steinmetz was leaning back in his deep chair, with his legs crossed. He was gazing into the fire, which burnt brightly, although it was nearly May. The habits of the Talleyrand Club are almost continental.
Bluff foreigners with upright hair and melancholy eyes, who put up philosophically with a cheaper brand of cigar than their souls love. Among the latter may be classed Karl Steinmetz the bluffest of the bluff innocent even of his own innocence. Karl Steinmetz in due course reached England, and in natural sequence the smoking-room room B on the left as you go in of the Talleyrand.
It has been my lot to stand helplessly by while he passed through many troubles. Perhaps the good God gave him all his troubles at first. Do you think so?" Maggie was looking straight in front of her across the quiet river. "Perhaps so," she said. Steinmetz also stared in front of him during a little silence.
There is a certain pleasure in outwitting De Chauxville. He is so d d clever!" "You must accept," Steinmetz repeated to Paul. "There is no help for it. We cannot afford to offend Vassili, of all people in the world." They were standing together in the saloon of a suite of rooms assigned for the time to Paul and his party in the Hôtel Bristol in Paris.
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