“To take you with me if I could.” He seized her hands. “O, Katerin, think this over and see what I want you to see—when you get to Vladivostok——”
“And what when I get to Vladivostok? What am I to do when I get to Vladivostok?”
“Well, you will know what you want to do, then?”
“Do about what?”
“I want you to marry me—to go to America—to——”
She stamped her foot.
“You are a hopeless American!” she cried. “I like you better as a Russian, Peter Petrovitch!” She dropped her head, and as he gave a cry of joy, she looked up, her face radiant with joy and flushed with color.
“Katerin! You will marry me?”
“How can I help myself—I have been stolen by the old law, and now——”
“Yes, what?”