The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
The night had just closed in; yet, notwithstanding the inclemency and
boisterousness of the weather, and the difficulties of the road, persons
were still wandering abroad on various avocations, when a figure closely
muffled in a large cloak, (apparently to shield himself from the
tempest), issued from a side door of the palace of the Count Erintoff.
He walked hastily along, keeping on the darker sides of the streets, as
if to avoid recognition, and paused not till he reached the hotel where
Ivan had taken up his abode. He remained concealed beneath the shelter
of a porch, on the opposite side of the street, into which no gleam of
light penetrated; though a lamp, burning in the doorway of the hotel,
enabled him to command a distinct view of all who might enter, or
depart. Thrusting his hand in his bosom, he thus muttered to himself:
"Ah! most trusty weapon, thou art not likely to fail me, if my arm
proves true. Far better is the silent and sharp dagger to do such a
deed, than the noisy and treacherous pistol, which has often failed a
better man than myself, on a like occasion; yet, I did well to bring my
noisy friend, in case, by any chance, the first should fail to strike
home.--Ah! some one approaches."
Groff, for it was he, drew farther back into the shade, to prevent
himself from being seen by the stranger who was about to pass. At that
moment, a person with a light and active step, completely shielded from
the weather, walked quickly by, so that Groff could catch a glance of
his features. He had not long to remain after this on his watch, when a
figure appeared at the door of the hotel, whom he guessed must be his
intended victim; for having cast a look at the dark and clouded sky, the
person issued forth in the direction Groff expected him to take. The
ruffian accordingly emerged from his hiding-place, and stealthily
followed, at a short distance, the steps of his hoped for prey.
It was impossible to distinguish the figures of anybody, on such a
night, wrapped up as all were who ventured abroad; but Groff felt that
he could not be mistaken, both from seeing his intended victim issue
from the hotel in which Ivan resided, and from the direction he was
taking.
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