The whirlwind
Edna Worthley Underwood
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 15, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 Excerpt: ...limply down upon.a sofa by the doors without any jests or capers. There was one person of whom Narcissus stood in respectful fear, and upon whom he never exercised his evil wit, and that was the Grand Duchess. Maschuta saw her advantage and pushed it. Now, she had the upper hand. She did not interpret rightly the manner of the Grand Duchess. She was used to the anger of another class of women. She did not know how dangerous were these moments of silence. She thought they were caused by fear. Accordingly, she continued as wildly as before, "Yes, and there are other things that you do not know, too!" Through the rage that was filling her brain there darted the intelligence that now was coming the disclosure that Nicholas Murievich had hinted of, the secret of the Pregel. "Perhaps you will not be so proud when you learn that you are a bastard." Not a muscle of the face trembled despite the rage that was pounding for release within her brain. Emboldened by relief in her victory, Maschuta continued: "Yes, a bastard! You are the natural daughter of Frederick the Great. Now, how do you feel? Now are you any better than I?" She made no answer. Still she stood there motionless. This was it--the secret! If it were true, the disgrace was covered up in glory. Faith in herself strengthened. Courage invigorated her. Never before had she so realized her own possibilities. She was of the race of that iron-hearted warrior. But Maschuta had no part in this quick meditation. Anger had caused her to lose temporarily the divining power of her race. She still misunderstood the silence and took it for triumph for herself. "They call you a monster! They call you a bastard! They will call you--" "Maschuta!" the voice had deepened an...