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account. He bowed over the dancer’s hand with exaggerated courtliness. “Madame, this is a pleasure indeed.”
February 18, 2025 at 5:42 PM
him—a man of medium height, very slim, very elegant, very pale, extraordinarily weary. In feature, little to take hold of, a man difficult to recognize again if one left his mannerisms out of
February 5, 2025 at 8:59 PM
herself, whilst one long white hand beat a slow tattoo on the glass of the dressing-table. The Count was prompt to avail himself of the privilege accorded to
February 3, 2025 at 3:06 PM
_“Bien, Madame.”_ Jeanne brought the _peignoir,_ an exquisite wisp of corn-coloured chiffon and ermine. Nadina slipped into it, and sat smiling to
January 27, 2025 at 2:36 PM
interest came into her eyes. “I will see him. The maize _peignoir,_ Jeanne, and quickly. And when the Count comes you may go.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:45 PM
“Let me see.” The dancer stretched out a languid hand, but at the sight of the name on the card, “Count Sergius Paulovitch,” a sudden flicker of
January 20, 2025 at 3:30 PM
“Let me see.” The dancer stretched out a languid hand, but at the sight of the name on the card, “Count Sergius Paulovitch,” a sudden flicker of
January 16, 2025 at 7:31 PM
A knock at the door interrupted the flow. Jeanne went to answer it, and returned with a card in her hand. “Madame will receive?”
January 15, 2025 at 11:45 AM
dangerous? —he retires gracefully—with an enormous fortune!” “H’m!” said the Count doubtfully. “It is rather—upsetting for all of us. We are at a loose end, as it were.”
January 14, 2025 at 1:45 PM
espionage (the latter very profitable in war-time), sabotage, discreet assassination, there is hardly anything he has not touched. Wisest of all, he knows when to stop. The game begins to be
January 13, 2025 at 3:57 PM
organize a boot factory. Without committing himself, he has planned and directed a series of stupendous _coups,_ embracing every branch of what we might call his ‘profession.’ Jewel robberies, forgery,
January 11, 2025 at 12:14 PM
“Or any other business man,” finished Nadina. “It should not surprise us. That is what the ‘Colonel’ has always been—an excellent man of business. He has organized crime as another man might
January 9, 2025 at 6:08 PM
“Long life to the ‘Colonel,’” said the Count, smiling. “Amazing news, is it not, that he means to retire? To retire! Just like a doctor, or a butcher, or a plumber——”
January 8, 2025 at 3:49 PM
died down. I am continually watched and spied upon.” “But no charge of espionage was ever brought against you?” “Our chief lays his plans too carefully for that.”
January 8, 2025 at 12:16 PM
you.” “All the same,” said the woman, “I am disturbed. My position is not what it was. The suspicions aroused during the War have never
January 7, 2025 at 2:54 PM
was his native language. He had, indeed, started life as a quick-change music-hall artiste in London. “You had a great success to-night,” he remarked. “I congratulate
January 6, 2025 at 5:49 PM
as well,” agreed her guest. By common consent, they dropped into English, and nobody, now that the Count’s mannerisms had dropped from him, could doubt that it
January 6, 2025 at 3:18 PM
“Compatriots though we are, we will not speak Russian, I think,” she observed. “Since we neither of us know a word of the language, it might be
January 2, 2025 at 4:21 PM
So much Jeanne heard before she went out closing the door behind her. Alone with her visitor, a subtle change came over Nadina’s smile.
January 1, 2025 at 7:38 PM
account. He bowed over the dancer’s hand with exaggerated courtliness. “Madame, this is a pleasure indeed.”
December 31, 2024 at 10:19 PM
him—a man of medium height, very slim, very elegant, very pale, extraordinarily weary. In feature, little to take hold of, a man difficult to recognize again if one left his mannerisms out of
December 31, 2024 at 12:04 AM
herself, whilst one long white hand beat a slow tattoo on the glass of the dressing-table. The Count was prompt to avail himself of the privilege accorded to
December 28, 2024 at 8:05 PM
_“Bien, Madame.”_ Jeanne brought the _peignoir,_ an exquisite wisp of corn-coloured chiffon and ermine. Nadina slipped into it, and sat smiling to
December 27, 2024 at 2:47 PM
interest came into her eyes. “I will see him. The maize _peignoir,_ Jeanne, and quickly. And when the Count comes you may go.”
December 26, 2024 at 10:10 PM
“Let me see.” The dancer stretched out a languid hand, but at the sight of the name on the card, “Count Sergius Paulovitch,” a sudden flicker of
December 26, 2024 at 7:52 PM