Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 333: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. | 325 which was often extinguished for want of fuel, she evoked all the phases of her existence, from her most tender infancy until now. She evoked in her sorrowful reveries the remembrance of that old solitary chateau in which the charming years of her childhood had flown, by that solitary and boisterous sea which bathes the meridianal coast of Caucasus, from Lake Bournasol to Saint Nicholas. She saw again these low and sandy shores, and the black, thick fogs. With what delight she re- called those winter evenings passed in a very snug, a very warm room, between her good old govern- esses, who alternately read to her an interesting or merry tale, and her father, her well-beloved father, who read his journal. This father, this good father, the only man to whom a really serious and dear tie had united her, who had done everything to render her happy and by whom, through a nameless fatality, she owed the misfortune of her life! Ah! in the depths of his tomb, who shall say that his shade was not awakened by the tears and the sobs of this adored daughter! How peaceful and happy was the interior of this old house wherein she had seen the light of day! She heard them, these violent winds which in winter, roar with rage and raise these black and sudden tempests which alight so unexpectedly upon this sea which they have baptized with their name— the Black Sea! What an amusement for her, heed- less of misfortune and of suffering of which she was then ignorant, when by severe frost those great sheets of frozen water were extended, upon which elegant couples of skaters were gayly and rapidly eliding. Yes, she was seeing all that again; this rugged (e(oyaniiceloxexey <S m {e (0)