Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 146: what you’re looking at

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138 HER ROYAL LOVER. “Not before telling me when I could see you again.” “But do I know? You have spoken yourself of the jealousy of my husband——” “Go, then! the happiness of everybody must be sacrificed to-——” “To him whom I have no right to betray.” “This is exaggerated! What have I done, then, for you to make such a cheap disposition of the pleasure which I experience in your society? I must see you again, and alone. I implore you, do not refuse me! I detest nothing so much as to perceive you in the midst of a crowd, where you belong to every one, when I would have you only for myself. Yet once more, I entreat you!” “Well, then—come,” she hesitated. “Say—say quickly! When? Where? “Here, next week.” “Next week! eight whole days! Oh! no—to- morrow; say to-morrow.” “To-morrow? that is too soon. You may come when the first quarter of the moon will have ap- peared in the heavens. And now, sire,” (already she commanded without thinking), “reconduct me to my horse. What time can it be? Oh! eleven already? I have only time to hasten.” And, like a mutinous child, sure of her empire, she darted forward, descending quickly the path so painfully climbed a short time ago, closely followed by the king. Immovable, almost side by side, the two grooms were waiting in the tall grass of the forest. Thus, as he had removed her, an hour before, it was the king who replaced the charming eques- trienne in her saddle. Gomicbooks. co m