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"Who was that man?" she asked

"Alexis Saberevski"

She nodded

"I know hi and seeking audience with his estion anization of a certain band of men whose duty it has

been, and is, and will continue to be until it is successful, to drive

organized nihilism out of Russia"

"You can never do that," said Zara, with fine contempt

"I can do it It shall be done"

She tore herself fro across

the roo the table between us, with a motion so quick that

she was beyond my reach before I could detain her I had expected from

her violent action, an outburst of words; but it did not coently upon it with one

hand, and gazed across the space that separated us, while she said,

coolly, and not without contempt: "Colad

indeed to hear it, finding as I now do, that I have permitted myself to

fall in love with a professional spy"

God! how her tone hurt me! How the words she uttered pierced me! How

the contemptuous scorn in her voice and manner, tore to shreds the

fabric of a beatific existence I had created in o, confident of her love, her admiration, and her esteem, I