Chapter Seven“I remember it – I do remember it!” Lokita exclaimed.
She was standing on the deck of the yacht as it moved into Odessa Bay and Lord Marston standing beside her smiled at her excitement.
The Harbour was certainly very beautiful in the sunshine and beyond it they could see the Colleges, the Opera House and the fine new buildings that had been built by Prince Voronzov when he had become Governor-General of New Russia and Bessarabia.
He had been sent by the Czar to the South to create a new Province and it was only then that his brilliant powers of organisation were realised.
No architect could have had a finer terrain for his plans and with the repopulation of the desolate steppe country North of the Black Sea and the introduction of steam navigation the land around Odessa f
