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Updated: June 10, 2025
That is impossible, for she is its life; her life is bound up in it; she would wish your service for it, never for herself! This I will do. If she does not hear otherwise that you are at Zostrov, as you will be to-morrow though it is unlikely that she will not have heard already I will see that she has word. That is all I can do." "That must serve. You will not even say if she is near at hand?"
"He came thus far lest we should have need of him; perhaps also because he would say farewell to me, since we shall not meet again. But now he will return and continue his duty at Zostrov as long as he is permitted to do so. That may not be long, but still his post is there." "They will murder him, as some of them tried to murder the Duke last night," I said. "You have heard of the explosion?"
"Though I shall perchance see her, when my present business is done. Be patient. You will doubtless have news of her at Zostrov." "How do you know I am going there?" "Does not all the countryside know that a foreigner rides with Mishka Pavloff? God be with you, Excellency." He made one of his quaint genuflexions and backed rapidly to the door. "Here, stop!" I commanded, striding after him.
We put up at the best inn in the place, where we found fresh horses waiting us, as we had done at a village half-way on our day's march, under the care of a couple of men in uniform. There was a telegraph wire to Zostrov, and Mishka had sent word of our coming.
In some ways Mishka was rather like a Scotsman. A few days later his preparations were complete. The real or ostensible object of his visit to England was to buy farm implements and machinery, as agent for his father, who, I ascertained, was land steward of part of the Zostrov estates, and therefore a person of considerable importance.
He looked almost as fresh and alert after that tremendous night we'd had, as if he'd just come out of his bedroom at Zostrov, when we joined him in a big dilapidated dining-room, where he'd planked some food and a couple of bottles of wine on the great oaken table, though I was as big a scarecrow as Vassilitzi, who was as used up as if he hadn't been to bed for a week.
It must have been about one in the morning when we reached the village half-way between Zizcsky and Zostrov, where Mishka and I had got the last change of horses on our journey to the castle.
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