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142 HER ROYAL LOVER. deeper. Yet, afew hours more, and she would be ingulfed in it. Thus, because she was Princess of Mineleko, Am- bassadress of Caucasus, she was obliged to go for- ward. to meet the danger, which she felt was inevitable, implacable. “My God! why did she not understand, like others, to show her preferences, her aversions? Why did this affability, suggested by her heart, fearing to wound, to afflict, give her that enchant- ing smile which, like a sunbeam, shone equally on all?” What reproaches had she not already received from her husband, who, in spite of his whims was, theoretically speaking, generally right. How to change her character? her individuality? Had she not often labored at it? What had been the result? Always the same difficulties, always the same vexations. Entirely lost in the labyrinth of her contradictory reflections, she did not hear the precipitate steps of a panting horse which was coming toward her. She had yet secn nothing, perceived nothing, when already, like a menacing specter, the Prince of Mineleko arose before her in the middle of the road, obstructing her passage. “Ah! I find you at last, madam, this is trulv fortunate !” These words, pronounced with a smothered rage, withdrew her suddenly from her thoughts. Raising her head quickly, Najeska Ivanowna vaulted in her saddle. Her husband, pale, livid, was facing her. “Hrom whence do you come?” “Krom whence—from whence——” The aspect of Mineleko was so terrible, the con- Gomicbooks.co