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His Hour
By
Elinor Glyn
Author of "Three Weeks"
1910
[Illustration: A miniature of Prince Milasl?vski in the uniform of one
of his ancestors, in which he appeared at the famous fancy ball at the
Winter Palace some years ago. He was about twenty-three at the time. I
have selected this likeness of him in preference to a later photograph,
as the artist has happily caught him in one of his rarely soft moods,
and also, the face being clean shaven, the characteristic chiselling of
the lips can be seen. THE AUTHOR.]
"His Hour" is called in England and Russia "When the Hour Came."
With grateful homage and devotion I dedicate this book to
Her Imperial Highness
The Grand Duchess Vladimir
Of Russia
In memory of the happy evenings spent in her gracious presence when
reading to her these pages, which her sympathetic aid, in facilitating
my opportunities for studying the Russian character, enabled me to
write. Her kind appreciation of the finished work is a source of the
deepest gratification to me.
Elinor Glyn
St. Petersburg, May, 1910
CHAPTER I
The Sphinx was smiling its eternal smile. It was two o'clock in the
morning. The tourists had returned to Cairo, and only an Arab or two
lingered near the boy who held Tamara's camel, and then gradually slunk
away; thus, but for Hafis, she was alone--alone with her thoughts and
the Sphinx.
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