"Your mirror will answer that question," replied Kosmaroff, with his
odd, one-sided smile, "more plainly than I should ever dare to do. There
is your uncle, mademoiselle, and I must go."
Mr. Mangles, perceiving the situation, was coming forward with his hand
in his pocket, when Kosmaroff took off his cap and hurried away.
"No," said Netty, laying her hand on Mr. Mangle's arm, "do not give him
anything. He was rather a superior man, and spoke a little English."
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Like the majority of Englishmen, Cartoner had that fever of the horizon
which makes a man desire to get out of a place as soon as he is in it.
The average Englishman is not content to see a city; he must walk out of
it, through its suburbs and beyond them, just to see how the city lies.
Before he had been long in Warsaw, Cartoner hired a horse and took
leisurely rides out of the town in all directions. He found suburbs more
or less depressing, and dusty roads innocent of all art, half-paved,
growing wider with the lapse of years, as in self-defence the
foot-passengers encroached on the fields on either side in search of a
cleaner thoroughfare. To the north he found that the great fort which a
Russian emperor built for Warsaw's good, and which in case of emergency
could batter the city down in a few hours, but could not defend it from
any foe whatever.
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