Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 318: what you’re looking at

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310 HER ROYAL LOVER, by this death of which he was the cause, promised not to depart before having satisfied the prince’s desire. Toward evening, as Waldemar was walking his chamber, Gariatinski came to seek him. “T pray you,” said he, “to follow me without losing aminute. Heis very ill; he requests to see you in- stantly. Come, his moments are numbered, he has no more than a few hours to live.” Heiligenthal followed Prince Gariatinski through the long dull corridors of the hotel, deserted at this season of the year. Arrived before the door of a ‘Bhamiber Gariatone softly knocked. | “Hnter,” said a voice from the interior. It was that of the nurse who was watching Boris Michailowitch. Gariatinski and Heiligenthal silently entered. | They suddenly found themselves in an apartment which appeared to them, who had left the broad daylight, completely obscure. But their eyes grad- ually habituated themselves to this penumbra, and Heiligenthal soon easily distinguished all the objects which surrounded him. In an alcove, upon a low, narrow bed, the body of aman was extended which he would have taken for that of an unknown person, so much was he changed, if he had not known that he was really in the presence of Boris Michailowitch. What had become of the visage full of strength and of savage energy? Now, the hollow and emaci- ated cheeks, the discolored skin stretched over the projecting cheek-bones, the eyes deeply sunken in their orbits, rendered this sad and gloomy figure almost unrecognizable, Gomichooks seo m