Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 222: what you’re looking at

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214 HER ROYAL LOVER. Marie Stuart such as our neighbors across the chan- nel wear. Before this little woman with the blotched red face, all the civil and military authorities of Thes- saly came in gala costumes or magnificent uni- forms, and bowed respectfully. An instant after, fol- lowed by that ravishing group of Thessalian prin- cesses, came the Princess Corysande, a young woman of twenty-six, short and stout like her mother. She was not in mourning; she wore a pretty costume of navy blue English cloth. Then followed the ladies of honor, the aides-de-camp, correct and stiff, with all the phlegm of their race imprinted on their countenances like a programme. Every one installed in the court carriages, the cortege moved again, and proceeded to the royal chateau. There was a crowd this day in the streets of the little residence; ail the curious, and they are numerous here, as elsewhere, were out. The royal carriages filed promptly through the broad airy streets, so straight that they could be traced by a line. Their horses going ata gallop, they traversed first the large public squares lined with the most di- versified modern monuments; then the long royal street, which must be traversed first upon leaving the depo:; then, they filed through the Luisen-Platz with its eight corners, the most beautiful of the city squares. In the middle there arises the “Colonne de Louis,” the most remarkable commemorative monument in the capital, erected to the memory of one of the founders of the dynasty. From a dis- tance, this monument whose total height is thirty- five metres, has the appearance of a tower; it is the Column Vendome of Thessaly. As in that of Paris, one may enter and visit it; if one has the Gomicbooks,. co