The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 714 pages of information about The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain.

The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 714 pages of information about The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain.

The Empress and the little Grand Duchess wore simple suits of foulard (or foulard silk, I don’t know which is proper,) with a small blue spot in it; the dresses were trimmed with blue; both ladies wore broad blue sashes about their waists; linen collars and clerical ties of muslin; low-crowned straw-hats trimmed with blue velvet; parasols and flesh-colored gloves.  The Grand Duchess had no heels on her shoes.  I do not know this of my own knowledge, but one of our ladies told me so.  I was not looking at her shoes.  I was glad to observe that she wore her own hair, plaited in thick braids against the back of her head, instead of the uncomely thing they call a waterfall, which is about as much like a waterfall as a canvas-covered ham is like a cataract.  Taking the kind expression that is in the Emperor’s face and the gentleness that is in his young daughter’s into consideration, I wondered if it would not tax the Czar’s firmness to the utmost to condemn a supplicating wretch to misery in the wastes of Siberia if she pleaded for him.  Every time their eyes met, I saw more and more what a tremendous power that weak, diffident school-girl could wield if she chose to do it.  Many and many a time she might rule the Autocrat of Russia, whose lightest word is law to seventy millions of human beings!  She was only a girl, and she looked like a thousand others I have seen, but never a girl provoked such a novel and peculiar interest in me before.  A strange, new sensation is a rare thing in this hum-drum life, and I had it here.  There was nothing stale or worn out about the thoughts and feelings the situation and the circumstances created.  It seemed strange—­stranger than I can tell—­to think that the central figure in the cluster of men and women, chatting here under the trees like the most ordinary individual in the land, was a man who could open his lips and ships would fly through the waves, locomotives would speed over the plains, couriers would hurry from village to village, a hundred telegraphs would flash the word to the four corners of an Empire that stretches its vast proportions over a seventh part of the habitable globe, and a countless multitude of men would spring to do his bidding.  I had a sort of vague desire to examine his hands and see if they were of flesh and blood, like other men’s.  Here was a man who could do this wonderful thing, and yet if I chose I could knock him down.  The case was plain, but it seemed preposterous, nevertheless—­as preposterous as trying to knock down a mountain or wipe out a continent.  If this man sprained his ankle, a million miles of telegraph would carry the news over mountains —­valleys—­uninhabited deserts—­under the trackless sea—­and ten thousand newspapers would prate of it; if he were grievously ill, all the nations would know it before the sun rose again; if he dropped lifeless where he stood, his fall might shake the thrones of half a world!  If I could have stolen his coat, I would have done it.  When I meet a man like that, I want something to remember him by.

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