Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 291: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER, 283 which she had lived since the previous day, an idea traversed her mind. The Ambassador of Caucasus, in his furious jeal- ousy against the king, had secretly put himself in communication with the advocates belonging to the parties in opposition to the government. She recol- lected that her husband had spoken especially of a Monsieur Klug, recognized chief of the opposition. He was aman who by his personal valor and by his popularity in the country, inspired the ministry with a certain fear. “It is,” said Najeska Ivanowna to herself, “to Monsieur Klug that I must address myself.” A courier was to set out that very evening from Montaboro (the country in which the monastery of de la Misericorde was located); she would profit by it to write to the celebrated advocate of the resi- dence. Somewhat recomposed by this thought, the prin- cess wrote the whole tragic truth to Monsieur Klug, strongly insisting that he should come to see her without losing a single instant. This letter com- pleted, the young woman felt calmer. For greater precaution, she descended to the little village and delivered herself this precious missive in the post- office, not wishing at any price to intrustitto a third person or even to put it in the box of the con- vent where, morning and evening, a carrier came to take the correspondence of the nuns and the pupils. This night a refreshing sleep descended at last upon the poor creature; she slept profoundly, and the next day, when the bell of the cloister was heard, she awoke, entirely illuminated by a daz- zling sunbeam which, flooding her cell, was Sebo directly upon her pillow. . | Eomicbooks.com