His Hour by Elinor Glyn
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page 141 of 228 (61%)
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And the Princess at once left the cardroom and returned with him. They
found a quiet corner opposite Tamara and her Garde, and there sat down. "Tantine, I brought you here to look over there.--What does that mean?" The Princess put up her glasses to gain time. "Nothing, dear boy. Tamara is merely amusing herself like all the rest of us at a party. Are you jealous, Gritzko?" she asked. He looked at her sharply, and for a moment unconsciously fingered the dagger in his belt. "Yes, I believe I am jealous. I am not at all sure that I do not love your charming friend," he said. "Well, why don't you marry her then?" suggested the Princess. "Perhaps I shall--if she does not drive me to doing something mad first. I don't know what I intend. It may be to go off to the Caucasus, or to stay and make her love me so deeply that she will forgive me--no matter what I do." He paused a moment, and his great eyes filled with mist, and then the wild light grew. "If ever she becomes my Princess, she shall be entirely for me. I will not let her have a look or thought for any other man. All must be mine--unshared, and then she shall be my queen." |
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