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ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.”
Emil had nothing to say to this. He reached up among the branches and began to pick the sweet, insipid fruit, — long ivory-colored berries, tipped with faint pink, like white coral, that fall to the ground unheeded all summer through. He dropped a handful into her lap.
“Do you like Mr. Linstrum?” Marie asked suddenly.
“Yes. Don’t you?”
“Oh, ever so much; only he seems [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] kind of [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] staid and school-teachery. But, of course, he is older than Frank, even. I’m sure I don’t want to live to be more than thirty, do you? Do you think Alexandra [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] likes him very much?”
“I suppose so. They were old friends.”
“Oh, Emil, you know what I mean!” Marie tossed her head impatiently. “Does she really care about him? When she [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] used to tell me about him, I always wondered whether she wasn’t a little in love with him.”
“Who, Alexandra?” Emil laughed and thrust his hands into his trousers pockets. “Alexandra’s never been in love, you crazy!” He laughed again. “She wouldn’t know how to go about it. The idea!”
Marie shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, you don’t know Alexandra as well as you think you do! If you had any eyes, you would see that she is very fond of him. It would serve you all right if she walked off with Carl. I like him [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] because he appreciates her more than you do.”
Emil frowned. “What are you talking about, Marie? Alexandra’s all right. She and I have always been good friends. What more do you want? I like to talk to Carl about New York and what a fellow can do there.”
“Oh, Emil! Surely you are not thinking of going off there?”
“Why not? I must go somewhere, mustn’t I?” The young man took up his [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] scythe [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] and leaned on it. “Would you rather I went off in the sand hills and lived like Ivar?”
Marie’s face fell under his brooding gaze. She looked down at his wet leggings. “I’m sure Alexandra hopes yo
, “When the moment arrives I shall know how to make her speak, this old sorceress!”
Chapter XV
The Marshes of the Baraba
IT was fortunate that Michael Strogoff had left the posting-house so promptly. The orders of Ivan Ogareff had been immediately transmitted to all the approaches of the city, and a full description of Michael sent to all the various commandants, in order to prevent his departure from [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] Omsk. But he had already passed through one of the breaches in the wall; his horse was galloping over the steppe, and the chances of escape were in his favor.
It was on the 29th of July, at eight o’clock in the evening, that Michael Strogoff had left Omsk. This town is situated about halfway between Moscow and Irkutsk, where it was necessary that he should arrive within ten days if he wished to get ahead of the Tartar columns. It was evident that the unlucky chance which had brought him into the presence of his mother had betrayed his incognito. Ivan Ogareff was no longer ignorant of the fact that a courier of the Czar had just passed Omsk, taking the direction of Irkutsk. The dispatches which this courier bore must have been of immense importance. Michael Strogoff knew, therefore, that every effort would be made to capture him.
But what he did not know, and could not know, was that Marfa Strogoff was in the hands of Ivan Ogareff, and that she was about to atone, perhaps with her life, for that natural exhibition of her feelings which she [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] had been unable to restrain when she suddenly found herself in the presence of her son. And it was fortunate that he was ignorant of it. Could he have withstood this fresh trial?
Michael Strogoff urged on his horse, imbuing him with all his own feverish impatience, requiring of him one thing only, namely, to bear him rapidly to the next posting-house, where he could be exchanged for a quicker conveyance.
At midnight he had cleared fifty miles, and halted at the station of Koulikovo. But there, as he had feared, he found neither horses nor carriages. Several Tartar detachments had passed along the highway of the steppe. Everything had been stolen or requisitioned both in the villages and in the posting-houses. It was with difficulty that Michael Strogoff was even able to [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] obtain some refreshment for his horse and himself.
It was of great importance, therefore, to spare [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] his horse, for he could not tell when or how he might be able to replace it. Desiring, however, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] to put the greatest possible distance between himself and the horsemen who had no doubt been dispatched in pursuit, he resolved to push on. After one hour’s rest he resumed his course across the steppe.
Hitherto the weather had been propitious [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] for his journey. The temperature was endurable. The nights at this time of the year are very short, and as they are lighted by the moon, the route over the steppe is practicable. Michael [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] Strogoff, moreover, was a man certain of his road and devoid of doubt or hesitation, and in spite of the melancholy thoughts which possessed him he had preserved his clearness of mind, a
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