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e fell; which she did rather heavily; no one raised her to her feet and dusted the snow from her petticoats。 Although she was naturally phlegmatic; slow to take offence; and more reluctant than most people to believe that a mere foreigner could oust her from Orlando’s affections; still even the Lady Margaret herself was brought at last to suspect that something was brewing against her peace of mind。

Indeed; as the days passed; Orlando took less and less care to hide his feelings。 Making some excuse or other; he would leave the pany as soon as they had dined; or steal away from the skaters; who were forming sets for a quadrille。 Next moment it would be seen that the Muscovite was missing too。 But what most outraged the Court; and stung it in its tenderest part; which is its vanity; was that the couple was often seen to slip under the silken rope; which railed off the Royal enclosure from the public part of the river and to disappear among the crowd of mon people。 For suddenly the Princess would stamp her foot and cry; ‘Take me away。 I detest your English mob;’ by which she meant the English Court itself。 She could stand it no longer。 It was full of prying old women; she said; who stared in one’s face; and of bumptious young men who trod on one’s toes。 They smelt bad。 Their dogs ran between her legs。 It was like being in a cage。 In Russia they had rivers ten miles broad on which one could gallop six horses abreast all day long without meeting a soul。 Besides; she wanted to see the Tower; the Beefeaters; the Heads on Temple Bar; and the jewellers’ shops in the city。 Thus; it came about that Orlando took her into the city; showed her the Beefeaters and the rebels’ heads; and bought her whatever took her fancy in the Royal Exchange。 But this was not enough。 Each increasingly desired the other’s pany in privacy all day long where there were none to marvel or to stare。 Instead of taking the road to London; therefore; they turned the other way about and were soon beyond the crowd among the frozen reaches of the Thames where; save for sea birds and some old country woman hacking at the ice in a vain attempt to draw a pailful of water or gathering what sticks or dead leaves she could find for firing; not a living soul ever came their way。 The poor kept closely to their cottages; and the better sort; who could afford it; crowded for warmth and merriment to the city。

Hence; Orlando and Sasha; as he called her for short; and because it was the name of a white Russian fox he had had as a boy—a creature soft as snow; but with teeth of steel; which bit him so savagely that his father had it killed—hence; they had the river to themselves。 Hot with skating and with love they would throw themselves down in some solitary reach; where the yellow osiers fringed the bank; and wrapped in a great fur cloak Orlando would take her in his arms; and know; for the first time; he murmured; the delights of love。 Then; when the ecstasy was over and they lay lulled in a swoon on the ice; he would tell her of his other loves; and how; pared with her; they had been of wood; of sackcloth; and of cinders。 And laughing at his vehemence; she would turn once more in his arms and give him for love’s sake; one more embrace。 And then they would marvel that the ice did not melt with their heat; and pity the poor old woman who had no such natural means of thawing it; but must hack at it with a chopper of cold steel。 And then; wrapped in their sables; they would talk of everything under the sun; of sights and travels; of Moor and Pagan; of this man’s beard and that woman’s skin; of a rat that fed from her hand at table; of the arras that moved always in the hall at home; of a face; of a feather。 Nothing was too small for such converse; nothing was too great。

Then suddenly; Orlando would fall into one of his moods of melancholy; the sight of the old woman hobbling over the ice might be the cause of it; or nothing; and would fling himself face downwards on the ice and look into the frozen waters and think of death。 For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy; and he goes on to opine that one is twin fellow to the other; and draws from this the conclusion that all extremes of feeling are allied to madness; and so bids us take refuge in the true Church (in his view the Anabaptist); which is the only harbour; port; anchorage; etc。; he said; for those tossed on this sea。

‘All ends in death;’ Orlando would say; sitting upright; his face clouded with gloom。 (For that was the way his mind worked now; in violent see–saws from life to death; stopping at nothing in between; so that the biographer must not stop either; but must fly as fast as he can and so keep pace with the unthinking passionate foolish actions and sudden extravagant words in which; it is impossible to deny; Orlando at this time of his life indulged。)

‘All ends in death;’ Orlando would say; sitting upright on the ice。 But Sasha who after all had no English blood in her but was from Russia where the sunsets are longer; the dawns less sudden; and sentences often left unfinished from doubt as to how best to end them—Sasha stared at him; perhaps sneered at him; for he must have seemed a child to her; and said nothing。 But at length the ice grew cold beneath them; which she disliked; so pulling him to his feet again; she talked so enchantingly; so wittily; so wisely (but unfortunately always in French; which notoriously loses its flavour in translation) that he forgot the frozen waters or night ing or the old woman or whatever it was; and would try to tell her—plunging and splashing among a thousand images which had gone as stale as the women who inspired them—what she was like。 Snow; cream; marble; cherries; alabaster; golden wire? None of these。 She was like a fox; or an olive tree; like the waves of the sea when you look down upon them from a height; like an emerald; like the sun on a green hill which is yet clouded—like nothing he had seen or known in England。 Ransack the language as he might; words failed him。 He wanted another landscape; and another tongue。 English was too frank; too candid; too honeyed a speech for Sasha。 For in all she said; however open she seemed and voluptuous; there was something hidden; in all she did; however daring; there was something concealed。 So the green flame seems hidden in the emerald; or the sun prisoned in a hill。 The clearness was only outward; within was a wandering flame。 It came; it went; she never shone with the steady beam of an Englishwoman—here; however; remembering the Lady Margaret and her petticoats; Orlando ran wild in his transports and swept her over the ice; faster; faster; vowing that he would chase the flame; dive for the gem; and so on and so on; the words ing on the pants of his breath with the passion of a poet whose poetry is half pressed out of him by pain。

But Sasha was silent。 When Orlando had done telling her that she was a fox; an olive tree; or a green hill–top; and had given her the whole history of his family; how their house was one of the most ancient in Britain; how they had e from Rome with the Caesars and had the right to walk down the Corso (which is the chief street in Rome) under a tasselled palanquin; which he said is a privilege reserved only for those of imperial blood (for there was an orgulous credulity about him which was pleasant enough); he would pause and ask her; Where was her own house? What was her father? Had she brothers? Why was she here alone with her uncle? Then; somehow; though she answered readily enough; an awkwardness would e between them。 He suspected at first that her rank was not as high as she would like; or that she was ashamed of the savage ways of her people; for he had heard that the women in Muscovy wear beards and the men are covered with fur from the waist down; that both sexes are smeared with tallow to keep the cold out; tear meat with their fingers and live in huts where an English noble would scruple to keep his cattle; so that he forebore to press her。 But on reflection; he concluded that her silence could not be for that reason; she herself was entirely free from hair on the chin; she dressed in velvet and pearls; and her manners were certainly not those of a woman bred in a cattle–shed。

What; then; did she hide from him? The doubt underlying the tremendous force of his feelings was like a quicksand beneath a monument which shifts suddenly and makes the whole pile shake。 The agony would seize him suddenly。 Then he would blaze out in such wrath that she did not know how to quiet him。 Perhaps she did not want to quiet him; perhaps his rages pleased her and she provoked them purposely—such is the curious obliquity of the Muscovitish temperament。

To continue the story—skating farther than their wont that day they reached that part of the river where the ships had anchored and been frozen in midstream。 Among them was the ship of the Muscovite Embassy flying its double–headed black eagle from the main mast; which was hung with many–coloured icicles several yards in length。 Sasha had left some of her clothing on board; and supposing the ship to be empty they climbed on deck and went in search of it。 Remembering certain passages in his own past; Orlando would not have marvelled had some good citizens sought this refuge before them; and so it turned out。 They had not ventured far when a fine young man started up from some business of his own behind a coil of rope and saying; apparently; for he spoke Russian; that he was one of the crew and would help the Princess to find what she wanted; lit a lump of candle and disappeared with her into the lower parts of the ship。

Time went by; and Orlando; wrapped in his own dreams; thought only of the pleasures of life; of his jewel; of her rarity; of means for making her irrevocably and indissolubly his own。 Obstacles there were and hardships to overe。 She was determined to live in Russia; where there were frozen rivers and wild horses and men; she said; who gashed each other’s throats open。 It is true that a landscape of pine and snow; habits of lust and slaughter; did not entice him。 Nor was he anxious to cease his pleasant country ways of sport and tree–planting; relinquish his office; ruin his career; shoot the reindeer instead of the rabbit; drink vodka instead of canary; and slip a knife up his sleeve—for what purpose; he knew not。 Still; all this and more than all this he would do for her sake。 As for his marriage to the Lady Margaret; fixed though it was for this day sennight; the thing was so palpably absurd that he scarcely gave it a thought。 Her kinsmen would abuse him for deserting a great lady; his friends would deride him for ruining the finest career in the world for a Cossack woman and a waste of snow—it weighed not a straw in the balance pared with Sasha herself。 On the first dark night they would fly。 They would take ship to Russia。 So he pondered; so he plotted as he walked up and down the deck。

He was recalled; turning westward; by the sight of the sun; slung like an orange on the cross of St Paul’s。 It was blood–red and sinking rapidly。 It must be almost evening。 Sasha had been gone this hour and more。 Seized instantly with those dark forebod

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