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Photoplay Magazine
"But why in this place? Why didn't you inquire for me at the Consulate? And where is Mrs. Merrill?"
Idle last question seemed easiest to answer. "She couldn't come. She is not well."
"We must hurry back to her, then, at once," he urged.
"Of course," she assented absently. "But I think she has left for home."
"And is this all you have to say to me. Lisa — sweetheart?"
She turned toward him and saw his waiting arms. This was no time for hesitation. Olga had not k n o w n love ; her life had been stern, rather sordid, dealing with hatred, intense and hereditary, not with love. But she moved toward John slowly, and then flung herself into his arms, her theatrical instinct coming to her aid. and met liis lips impulsivelv wi
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\Y/HEN she drew away it was to take a deep breath and try to recover herself. A new emotion seemed to come over her — a strange, exquisite pain, surprising her out of herself. For the moment she forgot her oath of vengeance, forgot her dead father, forgot that this was the man she Avas to use for the ends of the order to which she had sworn fealty. She only knew that it was pleasant to feel his strong arms around her. pleasant to sense his Strength, pleasant to meet the ardor of his kisses, though she knew they were not m< ant for her
But she regained her poise with a deep breath, and recalled her mission. "No weakness." she said to herself, and thought of the great Danton as he had uttered those words on the way to the guillotine.
"But tell me." she heard John pleading. "why are you in this place?"
She temporized. "There are some things about my life you do not know."
"I realize that." he admitted. "You left so soon after that night we first met. Why. it was only a week, or a little more. But tell me now."
"I cannot, not tonight. Give me a little time. And trust me. Meanwhile, you tell me about yourself and all vou have done