The Secret Dispatch; or, The Adventures of Captain BalgonieGrant, James
History
The Secret Dispatch; or, The Adventures of Captain Balgonie
Grant, James
Russia -- History -- 1801-1917 -- Fiction
At last he began to wake from his dream, to find the stern necessity
of departing; and, indeed, the snub-nosed Podatchkine, who was always
hovering about, seemed as a perpetual reminder of the duty he was
neglecting. The lovers were solemnly betrothed in
secret,--Mariolizza was their only confidant,--and at present they
could but arrange to wait until they could mutually confide in Basil
Mierowitz, whom Natalie, ere long, expected to see. To write to each
other, save by special messenger, was deemed at present unwise; but
Balgonie would visit her as he returned again to Novgorod.
So the last evening they were to spend together came; and they were
seated, wreathed in each other's arms, with Natalie's cheek resting
on Balgonie's shoulder, in an embowered rustic seat, not far from the
very place where he had so boldly crossed the swollen river on that
eventful night.
Charlie's heart was full of sadness and bewilderment; he could but
mutter and whisper of his love and their hopes, and again and again
kiss Natalie on the cheek, on the lips and snowy neck, her hands and
arms, while her tears flowed fast; for she had all the cooing
tenderness of a ringdove now, and could only murmur from time to
time:--
"Oh, Carl, Carl--my own Carl!" and so forth; and, like other young
ladies similarly circumstanced on the eve of separation, believed
herself to be the most miserable being in the world. But amid all
this, she suddenly started and grew pale, on seeing a figure approach.
"See, Carl, see!" she exclaimed: "that horrible woman must be ominous
of evil at such a time. Why has she been permitted to approach?"
Balgonie saw, at a little distance, only a Russian gipsy girl,
possessed evidently of considerable personal attractions. She stood
timidly, and irresolute whether to advance or retire; and bowed her
head with great humility, while crossing her fine but dusky hands and
arms upon her breast. In old age the Russian female gipsies are as
remarkable for their extreme hideousness, as in youth they are famous
for personal beauty; so this young girl was full of picturesque
loveliness, and instead of being clothed in rags, as the wanderers of
her race are elsewhere, her costume was brilliant in colours and rich
in material. She had large glittering ear-rings; a gaudy kerchief
bound her black tresses; and her rounded cheeks being freely rouged,
added to the wonderful lustre of her dark and dusky eyes, and to the
generally theatrical character of her singular beauty and bearing.
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