Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 283: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 275 “Madame la Princess, see! Oh! the heavens are angry! My God! what will become of us?” Najeska Ivanowna did not respond, but she her- self was quite overcome by this sinister phenomenon which was streaking the clouds. She got in the vehicle again, and the dull journey recom menced sad and gloomy. The obscurity was still very great, and the road was becoming more and more steep; from time to time, enormous groups of trembling shadows were delineated across the steep and diffi- cult route. At times the tumult of the wind became almost deafening, and an uneasiness, the singular uneasiness which seizes in unknown and sublime solitudes, was taking possession of Najeska Ivan- owna and her maid. And while the vehicle continually ascends, while the heavy steps of the coachman descended from his seat in order to lighten the weight resounds, while the silence of the night is disturbed by the stamping of the breathless and weary horses and the clicking of the gendarme’s sabers, a great sad- ness invades the soul of Najeska Ivanowna. A sor- rowful cry rends her heart, a sublime prayer, that of our Saviour upon Calvary, falls from her lips: “Bli! Eli! lama sabachthani?” The unhappy woman succumbs, she also under the weight of her cross! Eomichbooks:com