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Show .180 'l‘lll'l [MICK FHHICS'I‘ me today that. that is one ot' the things that she hopes we Will do togetheri later on." I I Trenehard returned Seiuyouovs gaze. A Her '1 moment he said: 7 hes-yon would enjoy it." He \vaited. then added‘ u V .' I must. he milking: back now. i i ,I ‘ In late I" And he ‘turned CHAPTER VII‘ away to the house. ONE NIGHT MARIE IVANOVNA herself spoke to me of Semyonov. She found me alone waiting; for my morning tea. \Ve were before the others, and could hear, in the next room, Molozov splashing water about the floo~ and cryingr to Miehail, his servant, to pour "Yestsho/ Yestslzof" " Yest- 8710/ l"est.s]zo.'"-"Still more! Still more," over his head. She stood in the doorway looking as though she hated my presence. "The others have not arrived," l said. " it‘s late to-day." "I can see," she answered. "Every one is idle now." Then her voice changed. She came aeross to me. \Ve talked of unimportant things for a while. Then she said: "l‘m very happy, Mr. l.)ur\vard. . . . 30 kind about it. Alexei l'etroviteh and l . . .7' She hesitated. I looked at her and saw that she was again the youngr and helpless girl whom I had not seen since that early morning before our first battle. I said, very lamely, "lt' you are happy, Marie lvauovna, T am glad." "You think it terrihle of me." she said swiftly. "And why do you all talk of being happy? \Vhat does [/IH/ mat- tort lint l can trust him. He's strong and afraid of nothing." I eonld say nothing. "Of course you think me very l)L\d'-'tllilt l have treated 181 |