Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 161: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 153 to himself, on coming to render an account to the king of the mission with which he had intrusted him. CHAPTER XVIII. THE FLOWER GIRLS. The stupefying news of this assault committed on an ambassadress, ran, like a train of powder, through the little Thessalian city, scarcely recovered from the excitement produced by the violent death of Kassan. They thought no longer of anything but this event; they spoke of nothing else. Boudoir scandals, new politics, all paled before this history, which remained a mystery for nearly every one. The young Count de Heiligenthal, his head sup- ported on his hands, was seated in his office, ap- parently absorbed by an interesting study, when his sister Walpurga, fluttering like a breath of air, entered, in order to relate to him the sensational event. At that recital, Heiligenthal became livid. “What! the Ambassadress of Caucasus has re- ceived blows of a whip? She has been the victim of an assault?” | “Yes,” said the mischievous Walpurga, negligent- ly. “They even say that the blows are so severe that there is every reason to apprehend cerebral fever which, if it should declare itself, would en- danger the life of the princess. Itisapity! Such a lovely, charming woman!” One may perceive that Walpurga was one of those rare feminine creatures who do not allow themselves to be blinded by jealousy, when it is a question of rendering justice to a more beautiful woman, Eomicbooks:.com