Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 83: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 3) His head violently shaken by the annoyances of the day, by the terrifying visions of the night, and especially by this shadow which he believes to have seen fleeing in such a strange fashion, he wishes to run, to cry out, to alarm the house, but he cannot, he cannot! If an assassin should rise before him, with a raised knife, he could do nothing, nothing! he is so heavy, so benumbed. A strange weariness possesses him, instinct alone guides him, stumbling, to his chamber. There, in this half-sleep, one detail alone is impressed upon his chloroformed brain; he has heard the old clock of the chateau strike one. He feels that he has an imperative duty to fulfill, but the chloroform has already caused new phantas- magorial visions to arise, and he cannot recollect anything—he cannot recollect, and he falls back in his lethargic sleep filled with hallucinations. comicbhbooks:com