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A WEDDING
The people dispersed. The great returned to their palaces, and also
Alexis Razumovsky, who, that he might not excite the anger of the
empress, had likewise attended the execution, returned to the imperial
palace.
Elizabeth was standing before a large Venetian mirror, scrutinizing a
toilet which she had to-day changed for the fourth time.
"Well," she asked of Alexis, as he entered, "was it an interesting
spectacle? Was the handsome countess soundly whipped?"
And, while so asking, she was smilingly occupied in attaching a purple
flower to her hair.
"She was flayed," laconically replied Alexis. "Her blood streamed down a
back that was as red as your beautiful lips, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth offered him her lips to kiss.
"Now," she jestingly asked, "who is now the handsomest woman in my
realm?"
"You are and always were!" responded Alexis, embracing her.
"And now tell me," said she, with curiosity, "what did this proud
countess do? How did she behave, what did she say?"
Alexis, seating himself upon a tabouret at her feet, related to her all
about the fair Eleonore, and what a terrible curse she uttered.
"Ah, nonsense!" replied Elizabeth, shrugging her shoulders, "How can
one make such a stupid prayer to God! I shall never marry, and therefore
never have a daughter to be scourged with the knout.
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