Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 141: what you’re looking at

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“Will you tell me his name? ” “No.” *“ Shall I tell it to you? ” , “ Shall you tell it to me! Do you mean to say that you know i?” “T can guess it.” “Well?” “He is a Nihilist. He has just returned to the city. All these years he has been absent, and had Stanislaus waited for his coming he would have been alive now. The man you mean is Captain Alexis Durnief.” she started bolt upright. “You knew it? You knew it?” she cried. “ Teli me how you knew it?” “I guessed it only just now. IJ guessed #t from the expression of your eyes when you greeted him jast night, that is, conpling the expression with the recital of teday, and with ane-or two hints of his characéer that 1 gleaned fromhim. Heisthe man?” “Yes. He—is—the—man !}!” “ And you receive him here?” “T cannot help it. My hands are tied.” “ How are they tied? ” “You have already said.” “Yes? Howe” “ Heis a Nihilist. He does not know that I am aware of all that ie did en the matter. He has been told that I do not know all! Asd”—here she leaped to her feet and confronted me like an enraged queen—‘ he has the effrontery to pretend that he is in love with me, and to believe that I can lowe him. Pah!” | “And you?” I asked. 6¢ [? bP] she crossed the room, turned and retraced her steps, reseating herself upon the couch. She was smiling now. Her composure had returned, though she was still pale, and there were deep rings under her eyes, wherk told of the suffering she had undergone. “TI think I will marry him,” said:she calmly. ‘ Indeed?” I remarked, raising my brows, but otherwtse mot showime the surprise I felt. “Yes; I think I will marry him. Why not? It is the only way in which { can get the revenge I must have. I can get itin that way. He has hidden himself from anything that I can do, under the cloak of our order. I can ararry him, and in six months I can torture him to death ; or, if that fails, I can poison him. Ah! did you ever hate—truly hate—anybody, Mr. Dubrav- nik? If you never did, you cannot imagme the feeling in my heart for those two men—no, not men, beasts, reptiles, Alexis Durnief and Alexander, the Czar.” “ Do you think, princess,” I said slowly, “ that if Stamistaus were alive, he would approve of such a method of taking revenge for the wrongs done to him and to his sister? ”’ She did not reply, and presently I added: GOH GoOOO ‘SS COLNT