Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 276: what you’re looking at

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268 HER ROYAL LOVER. suddenly the voice of a servant-woman, running up at the last moment. It was the old and faithful maid of tke Princess Aline, who, sent under this pretext, came in reality tu protest by her presence, against the injustice of the grandmother, and manifest by a salutation that she brought her on the part of ber young and royal mistress, all the sympathy of the latter for the poor fugitive. No! there was no traveling rug. In this unex- pected and rapid departure, they had not had time to think of it. It was in a Scotch plaid belonging to the amiable Princess Aline that the police officers enveloped the icy feet of Madame de Mineleko, in- stalled at last in the heavy post-carriage which was to carry her beyond the frontier. “Her royal highness sends her dearest friendship to Madame de Mineleko!” cried the old maid to the princess. Such were the last friendly words which reached the ear of poor Najeska Ivanowna. In the cold and gloomy night which followed this stormy day, the raised arm of this woman waving her handkerchief as a sign of sympathy, the group of palace guards upon the door-step, watching her flight, such were the last visions of the princess on quitting the royal chateau. But no!—not quite the last—for, mechanically raising her head while pass- ing before the little palace, she saw glued behind the panes of a window better lighted than the others, the disturbed visage of the king and that of the completely triumphant old empress following her, he with haggard eyes, she with her’s glittering with hate and anger. Then all vanished, the massive vehicle bearing in the night to the cloister this Gomicbooks,.¢o m