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He clasped her so tightly she could hardly breathe, all she knew was she seemed to be floating in the air, and to be crushed against his breast. "Prince, please, I am suffocating!" she cried at last. Then he swung her off her feet, and stopped by an armchair, and Tamara subsided into it, panting, not able to speak.
She placed her hand on his arm, and she noticed he drew in his breath sharply and winced in the slightest degree. But when she asked him if something hurt him, and what it was, he only laughed and said he was well, and they must dance; so away they whirled. A feverish anxiety and excitement convulsed Tamara. What in heaven's name had occurred?
Exasperation was almost uncontrollable in Tamara. She remained silent, only the little ear next the Prince burned scarlet. "Some day you will come to Russia," he said, "and then you will learn many things."
What pleasure to raise a veil and see a black face! But each one to his taste." Tamara looked up at the window. She wondered what could be happening within were the other wives there as well? She would have liked to have asked. The young man saw her hesitation and said laconically "Well?" "They are having a party," Tamara replied, with lame obviousness. "Of course," said the young man.
Every room filled with relics of the grand owners who had gone before. There were portraits of Peter the Great, and the splendid Catherine, in almost every room. "An Empress so much misjudged in your country, Tamara," her godmother said. "She had the soul and the necessities of a man, but she was truly great."
And all this while, with her long eyelashes resting upon her cheek, Tamara apparently slept peacefully on. But when the door was safely shut and bolted, the Princess addressed her. "You are not really asleep, Tamara, I suppose," she said. "You have heard? Is he not difficult. What is one to do with him? I can never remain angry long. Those caresses! Mon Dieu!
"In a quarter of an hour let the blacks come round." And there was again the gleam of a panther in his eyes as he glanced at the snow. All this while Tamara, seated by the saloon stove, was almost growing uneasy at being left so long alone. What could Olga be doing to stay such a time? Then the door opened, and the Prince came in. "We must start now," he said, in a coldly polite tone.
If she could only overcome this numbness which had returned if she could only let her frozen heart speak; this was surely the moment, but she could not, she remained silent and white and lifeless. He came over to the sofa. "Tamara," he said, and his voice vibrated with suppressed passion. "Will you tell me the truth? Do you hate me, or what do you feel for me?"
At length one day, Tawridge and Tavy, sons of two Dartmoor giants, met sweet Tamara as she was wandering amongst the furze and bracken, and straightway fell in love with her.
"He's sleeping," answered Tamara, just as quietly. "Look and here are the keys." They passed together into the study with the fireproof safe. Having looked over the lock with the aid of a flashlight, Senka swore in a low voice: "The devil take him, the old animal! ... I just knew that it would be a lock with a combination.
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