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A faint, low cry came back from the distance. Velasco's arms dropped to his side and he stared fiercely from one official to the other. He tried to speak and could not. The cry came back to him, and as he heard it, his throat throbbed, his heart seemed to stop beating. "You can go now," said the official. "We know who you are, and there is nothing against you."
She looked back over her shoulder and her eyes, with a strange, tense look, gazed deep into Velasco's. They were dark and blue, full of anguish. Her whole soul was in them; they were beseeching him, they were thanking him, they were saying goodbye. He struggled towards her. A moment and she was gone. The great door swung back on its hinges, the latch clicked.
The doors are still open!" An official rushed forward and took the valise from Velasco's hand: "Here, sir here! First class compartment!" Velasco nodded breathlessly, and the two sank down on the crimson cushions; the door slammed. "Ye gods!" They were alone in the compartment; they were saved! Velasco gave a little laugh of triumph.
Violante, seeing that the weapon was loaded, cocked it, and glanced out the window. Basilio was climbing very slowly and carefully, fearing that the least disturbance of the vine would alarm the señora. When he had come sufficiently near to make her aim sure, Violante suddenly thrust aside the curtain, leaned out the window, and brought the barrel of the weapon in line with Velasco's head.
The hoofs of the horses are padded with snow; they are galloping. How the carriage lurches and sways! Are you afraid, Kaya? Don't don't take your hand away." Velasco's voice was husky and forced like a string out of tune. It was strange, extraordinary to be sitting there in that dark, black cave, his hand clasping the hand of a woman, a stranger. The two sat silent. The horses plunged forward.
Velasco's brows lifted suddenly until his eyes were wide open and blazing: "Stand back, you impudent scoundrel!" he cried, "Stand away from my wife! How dare you?" "Come!" said the Chief. His voice was still sharper. "No nonsense, Monsieur. The veil must be raised and immediately; you are keeping the whole train back. What do you suppose I am here for?"
Velasco's grip tightened on the woolen glove of the girl and they halted together, half hesitating. "A sleigh, Kaya? Stay here in the shadow I will steal ahead and look." "Don't leave me; let me go with you!" The woolen glove clung to him and they went forward again, a step at a time, with eyes straining through the snow.
The guns again opened fire, and in a very short time a Dutch artillery officer threw two shells upon the intrenchment and almost destroyed it, while a third fell on the breach itself, and crashing through the rubbish fired Velasco's two mines and greatly enlarged the breach.
Where is the score? Not a note!" He breathed a few words in Velasco's ear and the Musician started up. "How did you know; who told you? The devil take you, Galitsin!" The Manager smiled, running his hands through his short, crisp curls. "Everyone knows; all St. Petersburg is talking about it.
"You don't understand. It's not for not money! I'm in trouble, danger. Don't you see? I must flee from Russia now, at once. You are going to Germany alone, to-morrow night. Take me with you take me with you!" An irritated look came over Velasco's face. Was the creature mad? "That is nonsense," he said, "I can't take any one with me, and I wouldn't if I could. Besides there is only one passport."
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