Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 232: what you’re looking at

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094 | HER ROYAL LOVER. she would meet the pearl sought hitherto in vain, and so ardently desired. It was a little on this ac- count that she had come to Madame de Mineleko; it was the question of learning if, in the arrangement of the royal procession, she could not let her daugh- ter Mina, march with Boris Volkarski, a very rich and distant connection of Madame de Mineleko, ac- cidentally arrived a few days since in Thessaly. “Ah! dearme! Iam smothering!” said Madame de Lang weilig, untying the strings of her bonnet, then she merrily fanned herself with a large fan which she always carried suspended at her side. “You will see, my dear princess, that there will be a storm, and a terrible storm, which will break this evening, just at the moment when the grand pro- cession files off!” “Yes, she is right,” poor Najeska Ivanowna was saying to herself with a strange terror, “there will be a storm—a storm of elements—a storm of pas- sions which will clash furiously against each other. When Madame de Langweilig, having arranged to her satisfaction the incident of Boris Volkarski, had retired, it was high time that the princess thought of dressing for the private ceremony of the marriage which was to unite her to the king. Na- jeska [vanowna was strengthless; twice she came near being ill during the time that her maid was dressing her. Never had such an intense emotion possessed her. The immense glass wardrobe before which she was seated was reflecting her image en- tirely white, in her spring-like robe of mauve crape, comicbooks.com