I hate Petersburg."
"Why Petersburg more than Moscow or Nijni or--Tver?"
She drew in a long, slow breath, looking him up and down the while from
the corners of her eyes.
"I do not know," she replied collectedly; "I think it is damp. These
houses are built on reclaimed land, I believe. This was all marsh, was
it not?"
He did not answer her question, and somehow she seemed to expect no
reply. He stood blinking down into the fire while she watched him
furtively from the corners of her eyes, her lips parched and open, her
face quite white.
A few moments before she had protested that she desired his friendship.
She knew now that she could not brave his enmity. And the one word
"Tver" had done it all! The mere mention of a town, obscure and squalid,
on the upper waters of the mighty Volga in Mid-Russia!
During those few moments she suddenly came face to face with her
position. What had she to offer this man? She looked him up and
down--stout, placid, and impenetrable. Here was no common adventurer
seeking place--no coxcomb seeking ladies' favors--no pauper to be bought
with gold. She had no means of ascertaining how much he knew, how much
he suspected. She had to deal with a man who held the best cards and
would not play them. She could never hope to find out whether his
knowledge and his suspicions were his alone or had been imparted to
others.
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