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鈥淭here is such a necklace as woman never wore before, since woman first delighted in gems,鈥攁 necklace that 鏉窞姘寸(璁哄潧 all the jewels in the world could not buy. How pretty they look!鈥?

So saying, she turned away from the mirror and carefully put away all traces of the work she had been engaged in, then she threw off her cloak and turned the lamp out and got into bed again, to wait until the attendant 鏉窞鎸夋懇绾㈤浼氭墍 called her at eight o鈥檆lock as she had directed.

She did not go to sleep again, but lay with wide-open eyes looking at the darkness, and conjuring out of it visions of love and war, and the world-wide empire which she believed to be now almost within her grasp. In all 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎺掕姒?these visions, two figures stood out prominently鈥攖hose of Serge and Alan, her lover that had been and the lover that was to be,鈥攊f only the elixir did its work as its discoverer had said it would.

As such thoughts as these passed through her brain, a new and perhaps a nobler conception 鏉窞spa瓒虫湰绾瑙勪箞 of her mission of revenge took possession of her. In the past, Natasha had won the love of the man whose genius had made possible, nay, irresistible, the triumph of that revolution which had subverted the throne of her ancestors, and sent the last of the Tsars of Russia to die 鏉窞瓒崇枟鏈?like a felon in chains amidst the snows of Siberia.

What more magnificent vengeance could she, the last surviving daughter of the Romanoffs, win than the enslavement of the man descended not only from Natasha and[62] Richard Arnold, but also from that Alan Tremayne whose name 鏉窞钃濋捇澶╂垚缇庡コ he bore, and who, as first President of the Anglo-Saxon Federation, had ensured the victory of the Western races over the Eastern?

The empire of freedom and peace, which Richard Arnold had won for Natasha鈥檚 sake, this son of the line of Natas should convert, at her bidding, into an empire 鏉窞姘寸枟鐖借 such as she longed to rule over,鈥攁n empire in which men should be her slaves and women her handmaidens. For her sake the wave of Destiny should flow back again; she would be the Semiramis of a new despotism.

What was the freedom or the happiness of the mass of mankind 鏉窞娲楁荡鍦烘墍 to her? If she could raise herself above them, and put her foot upon their necks, why should she not do so? By

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force the leaders of the Terror had overthrown the despotisms of the Old World; why should not she employ the self-same force to seat herself, with the man she loved in 鏉窞姘寸枟浼氭墍涓芥睜 spite of all her hereditary hatred, upon the throne of the world, and reign with him in that glorious land whose beauties had been revealed to her in the vision which surely had been something more than a dream?

Thus thinking and dreaming, and illumining the darkness with her own visions 鏉窞鎸夋懇鎶€甯?of glories to come, she lay in a kind of ecstasy, until a knock at the door warned her that the time for dreaming had passed and the hour for action had arrived.

A brief half-hour sufficed for her toilet, and she entered the room of the hotel, in which Serge was awaiting 鏉窞娲楁荡鎸夋懇鐗规湇 her, dressed to perfection in her plain, clinging robe of royal purple, and self-composed

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as though she had passed the night in the most innocent and dreamless of slumbers