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HER ROYAL LOVER, 145 under the shock of this outrage, much more than under that of the physical pain which hurts her, the unhappy creature, her face seamed with bloody cuts, was seized with a nervous attack, then, with one cry, followed by another, escaping from her breast, she flees. All this had passed very rapidly; the groom, with the inattention, the indifference peculiar to his class, had, from the beginning, paid no attention to this encounter between his master and mistress. When he wished to hasten to the assistance of the princess, it was already too late. At the cries of Najeska Ivanowna, her mare, a very nervous beast, moved by a sudden terror, became excited, and galloping giddily, was running with the blindness of terrified horses. Mineleko, after this extravagant paroxysm of rage, was quickly recalled to the reality and the infamy of his conduct. The unhappy man, in whom all sense of probity and duty was still paralyzed, did not perceive that the mare of the princess was bounding; she also, under the insult of the unjust and ignominious chastisement, had set up, and was running madly to a danger where she and her light burden were risking death. Persuaded that Najeska Ivanowna was etait, spurring her course, in order to puta greater dis- tance between the executioner and the victim, the ambassador quickly plunged in the thick coppice- wood which was offering itself as a refuge. What terrible moments ought he to pass, thus alone with his conscience, whose voice was not quite stifled ! The groom, with more sang froid than his master, was desperately following in the wake of his mis- Eomichooks.com —