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Updated: June 10, 2025
It is not pity which is my virtue, Marsa: it is my love. For I love you!" Yes, he loved her, and with all the strength of a first and only love. He loved her so that he forgot everything, so that he did not see that in Marsa's smile there was a look of the other side of the great, eternal river.
The Tzigana's Danish hounds went with them, bounding about Andras, and licking his hands as he caressed them. "They already know the master," laughed Vogotzine. "I have rarely seen such gentle animals," remarked the Prince. "Gentle? That depends!" said Marsa. After separating from the Prince, she returned, silent and abstracted, with Vogotzine.
Very rarely, his real frank, true nature would come to the fore, and he would say: "After all, are the cowardice of one man, and the lie of one woman, to be considered the crime of entire humanity?" Why should he curse, he would think, other beings than Marsa and Menko? He had no right to hate any one else; he had no enemy that he knew of, and he was honored in Paris, his new country. No enemy?
The little church, dimly lighted save where the priest stood, was hushed to silence, and Marsa felt penetrated with deep emotion. She had really drunk of the cup of oblivion; she was another woman, or rather a young girl, with all a young girl's purity and ignorance of evil.
The mother then rose; and, coming toward Marsa to thank her, her sunburnt skin glowing a deeper red, the poor woman, with tears in her tired eyes, and a wan smile upon her pale lips, touched, surprised, happy in the pleasure of her children, murmured, faltering and confused: "Ah! Madame! Madame! how good you are! You are too good, Madame!" "We must share what we have!" said Marsa, with a smile.
He was surprised and strangely fascinated, attracted by the incongruous mixture of extreme refinement and a sort of haughty unconventionality he found in Marsa.
George, with its red and black ribbon; the cross of St. Anne, with its red ribbon; all possible crosses was the first to knock at his niece's door, his sabre trailing upon the floor. "Who is it?" said Marsa. "I, Vogotzine." And, permission being given him, he entered the room. The old soldier walked about his niece, pulling his moustache, as if he were conducting an inspection.
"'No, she says, lookin' up to whar Marsa John sat; 'I think I'll take a leg ob dat goose' jes so. "Well, marsa cut off de leg an' put a little stuffin' an' gravy on wid a spoon, an' says to me, 'Chad, see what dat gemman'll have. "'What'll you take for dinner, sah? says I. 'Nice breast o' goose, or slice o' ham? "'No; I think I'll take a leg of dat goose, he says.
Every note of the well-known airs fell upon his heart like a corrosive tear, and Marsa, in all her dark, tawny beauty, rose before him.
Marsa grew up in the Muscovite castle, loving nothing in the world except her mother, and regarding with frightened eyes the blond stranger who sometimes took her upon his knees and gazed sadly into her face. Before this man, who was her father, she felt as if she were in the presence of an enemy.
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