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"Surely you have suffered; you hate Russia, this cruel, wicked, tyrannous government. Your sympathy is with us, the people, the Liberals, who are trying oh, I tell you I must go, at once! After tomorrow it is death, don't you understand, death? What is it to you, the matter of another passport? You are Velasco? Every one knows that name, every one. Your wife goes with you to Germany.
In Berlin he had had a furore; in Dresden the orchestra had carried him on their shoulders, shouting and hurrahing; in Leipzig, even Leipzig, where the critics are cold, and they have been fed music from their cradles, the glory of him had taken them all by storm. "Velasco!" The orchestra stood quietly now, expectant, each behind his desk. A hush crept over the House.
An impulse came over her to throw herself from the gallery at his feet, as she had flung the violets; and she crouched closer against the wall, clinging to it. "Velasco! Velasco!" A roar went up from the House. The sound of the clapping was like rain falling; a mighty volume of sound, deafening, frightening. Kaya crouched still lower.
The gypsey leaned over the dash-board, her face white, her eyes dark with rage, her cap on the back of her yellow curls; and the whip seemed to leap between her fingers like something alive. "Velasco!" she screamed, "Get up! Come ah, come, while I beat them, the fiends!" The cry seemed to pierce the benumbed brain of her companion, as the lash the skin.
XXVII. Now albeit this translation of the body of the blessed Cid had been made with such honour and reverence, there were many who murmured against it; and Don Pedro Fernandez de Velasco, Duke of Frias, who was then Constable of Castille. and the Municipality of Burgos, sent advice thereof to the Emperor Charles V. who was at that time in Flanders, beseeching him to give order that the tomb of the Cid might be translated back to its former place, and that of Dona Ximena also, which had been removed into the Cloisters of the Monastery.
The woman put her hand to her breast. It was throbbing madly under the cloak. "You could take your wife," she whispered, "Your wife. No one would suspect." "Really, my dear Madame!" Velasco yawned behind his palm. "What you say is simply absurd. I tell you I have no wife." She stretched out her hands to him: "You are a Pole, a Pole!" Her voice rose passionately.
When a man of your fame, Velasco, insists on befriending a Countess, and one who is the daughter of Mezkarpin, and an anarchist to boot " He spread out his hands: "Ah, she is beautiful, I know. I saw her at the Mariínski. She stared at you as if she were bewitched. You had every excuse; but get down on your knees, Velasco, and give thanks.
The girl pushed him away from her slowly and turned away her head with a flush: "Is that your violin over there in the straw, lying in a little nest all by itself, cradled so snug and so warm? It is charming to be a gypsey, Velasco. Are you glad I came to you, or are you sorry? That night, do you remember the violets? I flung them straight at your feet! I wasn't a boy then, but I threw straight.
It resisted him, trying vainly to escape; and then, as the carriage dashed on through the darkness, he dragged the thing forward, nearer nearer, struggling. The breath was on his cheeks. He felt it distinctly the rustle of something alive. Velasco clenched his teeth together, clutching the thing, and held it under the window-pane, close, close, straining forward.
At the dinner and ball given by James I. to Juan Fernandez de Velasco, Constable of Castile, in 1604, fifty ladies of honor, very elegantly dressed and extremely beautiful, danced with the noblemen and gentlemen.
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