Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 335: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER, 327 her tread. Silently, great tears fell like pearls upon the fine linen which she desired to convert into pretty robes. She endeavored to restrain those in her “translucent sapphires,” as the king had baptized her eyes, in that happy time in which she had be- lieved in his love; but the greater was the effort, the more imperiously and abundantly the tears escaped. First one rolled, then two, then others, then others yet again, then continuously until this fragile and nervous lady was shaken in a paroxysm of weeping. In such a paroxysm, the work glided from her lap ~ to the floor; she concealed her head in her handker- chief, which was soon completely soaked by a del- uge of tears. Whena sister or one of the nurses entered, she immediately arose, and, turning her head, she endeavored to appear occupied in search- ing in a drawer for an article not to be found; for the unfortunate creature had the modesty of the unmerited shame and suffering that the king had suffered to fall upon her. In her immense chagrin, this proud and delicate soul was reserved; she kept it heroically to herself alone. However, M. Klug did not write. What was oc- curring then? “Alas!” said she bitterly to herself, “this struggle will be that of the porcelain pot against the iron one, this lawsuit that my advocates have induced me to attempt against the king, will crush me; I must succumb under its weight! What satisfaction, indeed, is there to be obtained from this frightful comedy, more or less good, to cast a little dust into the eyes of the world! Ah! the poor creature who has had faith in the word of her sovereign, will be broken like a glass, I feel it but too well! But, however, it is impossible that the GComichooks