Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 64: what you’re looking at

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56 HER ROYAL LOVER, had immediately sought a quarrel with a young attachee of the embassy in the capital of Flanders; a duel had followed, in which Mineleko had killed the diplomat. She recollected the terrible excite- ment, followed by a frightful trembling which had seized her, when her husband, re-entering, had said to her: “Thou shalt be avenged; after to-morrow, I will kill H——” Oh! no, no! never would she have the courage to renew, to support, those accursed days; those nights of terror, those hours of agony which had preceded the combat. The very remem- brance of them awakened in her a thousand fears. An inexpressible uneasiness, an invincible horror took possession of her when she thought of all that. The mental disturbance, precursor of the insanity which had then stricken her poor brain, weakened by all these cruel pre-occupations, violently recom- menced. She did not cease to address to herself to- day the same reproaches which she had reproached herself with then. Was she any better than an assassin? Was it not she who had caused the death of this young and handsome creature who was entering carelessly and happily into life? By her indiscretions, by her need of complaining, should she expose again the exist- ence of two men? But to what was she then destined?” Then she reflected how much irony there often is in circumstances! How in life, the simplest, the most frivolous things jostle often very closely the gravest events! Oh! if she could only leave Thessaly—depart for a distant country! But Heiligenthal, would he not follow her? Such were the painful thoughts which beset her, when a visitor was announced to her; it was Wal- purga de Heiligenthal, Waldemar’s sister. Gomicbooks (€ @)