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"Michel Menko?" "I don't know," faltered Vogotzine in alarm, wondering whether it were Froloff's hand that had seized him by the collar of his coat. "It is Menko, is it not?" demanded Andras; while the terrified General gasped out something unintelligible, his intoxication increasing every yard the carriage advanced in the Bois. Andras was almost beside himself with pain and suspense.
She was coming toward Zilah; in a moment, he would be able to touch her, if he wished, through the leaves! Even Vogotzine held his breath. Zilah eagerly questioned Marsa's face, as if to read thereon a secret, to decipher a name Menko's or his own.
Well, it was Stephanie Gavaud who was the cause of it. Don't tell that to Marsa! Ah! that little Stephanie! 'J'ai vu le vieux Bacchus sur sa roche fertile! Tautin no, Tautin couldn't sing like that little Stephanie! Well," continued Vogotzine, hiccoughing violently, "because all that happened then, I now lead here the life of an oyster!
The Prince noticed that poor Vogotzine, who sat heavily down by his side, was not entirely sober. The enormous quantity of kummel he had absorbed, together with the terror produced by the article he had read, had proved too much for the good man: his face was fiery, and he constantly moistened his dry lips.
She saw Andras depart with a mournful sadness, and a sudden longing to have him stay to protect her, to defend her, to be there if Michel should come. It was already growing dark when they reached home. Marsa ate but little at dinner, and left Vogotzine alone to finish his wine. Later, the General came, as usual, to bid his niece goodnight. He found Marsa lying upon the divan in the little salon.
The marriage had been much discussed, both in the fashionable colony which inhabited the park and in the village forming the democratic part of the place; even from Sartrouville and Mesnil, people had come to see the Tzigana pass in her bridal robes. "What is all that noise?" demanded Vogotzine of the liveried footman. "That noise, General?
He raised his round, uneasy eyes to Andras, who was striving to appear calm, but whose lips twitched nervously. "It is impossible to rouse her," continued Vogotzine. "The, doctors can do nothing. There is no hope except in an an an experiment." "An experiment?" "Yes, exactly, exactly an experiment. "The doctor," said Andras, calmly, "would like your niece to see me again?"
This salon communicated with a much larger one, where General Vogotzine usually took his siesta, and which Marsa abandoned to him, preferring the little room, the windows of which, framed in ivy, looked out upon the garden, with the forest in the distance. Michel Menko was well acquainted with this little salon, where he had more than once seen Marsa seated at the piano playing her favorite airs.
The Prince saw, coming to him, with a slow but not heavy step, Marsa no, another Marsa, the spectre or statue of Marsa. Fargeas made a sign to Vogotzine, and the Russian and the two doctors concealed themselves behind the trees. Zilah, trembling with emotion, remained alone in the middle of the walk. The nurse who attended Marsa, had doubtless received instructions from Dr.
This isn't right!" And, like a forsaken child, the old General, with comic twitchings of his eyebrows and nostrils, felt a strong desire to weep. "Where shall I drive you, Monsieur?" asked the coachman. "Wherever you like, my friend," responded Vogotzine, modestly, with an appealing look at the man. "You, at least, must not leave me!"
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