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'forced' to conceal the fact of your marriage with me! and 'forced' to marry the Duke of Hereward under false colors. Could force on one side, and feebleness on the other, be carried any further than this?" muttered Volaski, between his teeth. "I knew how helpless, in the hands of my parents, I was," wailed Valerie. "Well, you are a duchess! Do you love the Duke of Hereward?"
And while the floor of the drawing-room seemed rocking with him, like the deck of a tempest-tossed ship, he heard the words of his host whirling through his brain: "Madame, permit me to present to you Count de Volaski of St. Petersburg; Count, the Duchess of Hereward." "Madame, permit me to present to you Count de Volaski, of St.
Now slowly and sadly she drew it from its envelope, unfolded and read: "HOTEL DE RUSSE, Tuesday Morning. "UNFAITHFUL WIFE An engagement at the Tuileries, for the very hour you named, prevents me from meeting you at your appointed time. Write by the messenger who brings this, and tell me when you can see me. "Your wronged husband, VOLASKI." While reading this, she shivered as with an ague.
As it was the very first occasion upon which the young officer had asked such a favor, it was promptly granted him. Of course no one suspected that the cause of the young captain's action had been the announcement that the French minister had been recalled by his government, and was about to return to Paris. The next day Waldemar de Volaski left St.
"I was never false to you in thought, word or deed. "Volaski was not my lover; he was my sternest mentor.
The first came from the colonel of his regiment, enclosing an extension of his leave of absence to three months; the second was answered in person by the Count de Volaski; the third was only an envelope, enclosing his letter to Valerie, crossed with this line: "No such person to be found." The meeting between the Count de Volaski and his reckless son was not in all respects a pleasant one.
The carriage door was thrown open and the Russian Baron Blomonozoff came out a thin, ferocious-looking little man, with a red face, encircled by a red beard and red hair, of all of which it would be difficult to say which was reddest. He was followed by the beautiful Adonis, the Count de Volaski, looking very fair and dainty, very languid and melancholy.
And now let me say and swear on the Christian faith and hope of a dying woman that from the moment I met Count Waldemar de Volaski at the British embassy, to the moment I parted with him at San Vito, he never once came so near me as even to kiss my hand a courtesy that any gentleman might have shown without blame.
"That the desperate step I had taken of leaving the Duke of Hereward, upon the discovery of the existence of Waldemar de Volaski, was the right and proper course for me to pursue; but that he regretted I had not possessed the moral courage to tell the duke the whole story, for he had that much right to my confidence.
She put this note in an envelope, sealed it, and directed it to Monsieur Le Count de Volaski, Russian Embassy. Then she rang for her maid, and sent her out to post the letter. Valerie made an effort to dress for dinner that evening, and dined with the duke for the last time yes, for the very last time in this world.
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