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For Selpdorf had almost succeeded in lulling his suspicions, and in luring him back to the old comfortable habit of believing in a false peace. He half regretted the doubts he had lately entertained of his Prime Minister, and was weakly willing to disabuse the Englishman's mind of prejudice. He did not know that Rallywood was quite unaware of Selpdorf's connection with the Sagan plot.
The tide of dancers still swept backwards and forwards as Madame de Sagan idly observed them, until her glance chanced to fall upon the opposite couple at the further end of the saloon. Something in Valerie's air fixed her wandering attention at once with a little shock. What was Rallywood saying to her? And where was Anthony Unziar?
He merely raised his hood with one hand, so that Sagan, his coarse mouth still wide in laughter, could stare into the countenance not four inches from his own. Consternation and fury swept over the Count's features. From under the hood a red challenging face, a big white moustache, and shaggy-browed humorous eyes met his gaze. The sight held him gaping. But only for a second.
'But he fights the better because he is a sinner. 'He is not to be tempted, then. But he is in love with Mdlle. Selpdorf with your future wife, and she must blind him. A man in love is easily blinded. 'And Rallywood? asked Elmur. 'We don't want Rallywood, rejoined Sagan, with an odd glance at Elmur. 'I can manage him, if you will leave him to me. Elmur smiled.
'Then' Elmur laid a hand on the old man's shoulder, but Sagan shook it off 'then, Captain Colendorp, he must go to make room for another who can better fill his place! Just as Wallenloup must go to give room to another and less obstructive chief. Colendorp's dark eyes glared straight in front of him.
The broadly flowing Kofn forms part of the north-eastern boundary of the State of Maäsau. Its dark waters rush tumultuously from the gorge below the Castle of Sagan, and fling a vast enclosing arm about the bleak plains and marshes of which the wastes of the frontier consist. It is a land where even summer dwells coldly.
'It may be too late, but I will go myself. I will save him if I can! Valerie wrapped the cloak around her. 'Isolde, I will go with you. 'You! Isolde turned with a startling look of dislike and suspicion. 'No, I hate you, and I choose to go alone! Valerie drew back and Madame de Sagan passed her by and flung wide the door.
We're in luck, Rallywood! Have you come to look for them? Rallywood hesitated before he replied. 'No, thanks. I must get back to Révonde by the first train, so I will ride on with the next patrol to the station. Are they hurt? he nodded towards the inner room. 'No, but how they escaped the deuce only knows! Madame de Sagan was insensible when we found them. He dropped his voice.
Verdurin called by her Christian name, Odette, and pronounced a 'love, and to the pianist's aunt, who looked as though she had, at one period, 'answered the bell': ladies quite ignorant of the world, who in their social simplicity were so easily led to believe that the Princesse de Sagan and the Duchesse de Guermantes were obliged to pay large sums of money to other poor wretches, in order to have anyone at their dinner-parties, that if somebody had offered to procure them an invitation to the house of either of those great dames, the old doorkeeper and the woman of 'easy virtue' would have contemptuously declined.
'Has Sagan been tampering with you? he asked, with a sneer, 'if he tempted you now it would only be to betray you later! He hankers after Maäsau, but remember my cousin in England. He has claims which cannot be over-ridden.
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