Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 322: what you’re looking at

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314 YER ROYAL LOVER. to my place. Nevertheless in the end, seized with a furious rage, I succeeded in it. By an automatic movenient, seizing a candle, I opened the door of my chamber. At the same moment a body, that of aman, was hastily disappearing by the window at the extremity of the passage which opened upon the garden. I advanced as rapidly as the vertigo which had not yet left me permitted, but arrived at the window at the moment where, raising my light, I was going perhaps to perceive the fugitive and recognize him, the wind rushing in the corridor, plunged me in profound obscurity. ‘It is the king!’ I said to myself; ‘itis the king!’ Completely awake, I wished to go to my wife’s chamber. But a sudden weariness seizing me, I was obliged gropingly to regain my apartment, where I only had time to fallan inert mass upon my bed. The next morning my faithful Vassili came to inform me of the murder of his brother. I comprehended all; I had not only dreamed then, there was reality, terrible reality, in this dream. And now, tell me, Waldemar de Heilig- enthal, as if you were in the presence of God, you or my wife, which of you, has been the murderer of Kassan? for one of you or both of you together must have killed him.” This long recital had completely exhausted Min- eleko. It had been necessary for him to make the most unheard of efforts of an iron will to arrive at the end, and interminable halts, occasioned by weakness or paroxysms of coughing, had often interrupted him. MHeiligenthal had listened in ab- solute silence. For some moments Boris Michailowitch had ceased to speak, and Waldemar still hesitated to respond to the questions that the interrogating GEomichbooks co m