Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 73: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 3 65 “Take me away, let us depart from here; I pray thee! Let us leave forever this country of Thes- saly !” Cowering, pressed against the broad breast of Mineleko, the unfortunate woman seemed to seek there a refuge, a support. Her nerves, at last un- strung, left herno hope, whatever way she turned; one alone should have remained to her: her hus- band. So it was in his arms that she threw herself, sobbing like a child escaped from a peril. Mineleko regarded her with stupefaction. What was the matter with her? Did she love the king? From whence came this fear? Why did she wish to flee? , The ambassador was too severely bitten by jeal- ousy to think of being tender, of being kind. He was awkwardly cold and constrained, and on this day, when it might have been so easy to win forever the confidence and affection of his young wife, he himself laid the first foundation of his misfortune. Wounded by the attitude of her husband, poor Najeska Ivanowna, feeling that she could neither confide nor depend on him who ought to be her support, her friend, uttered a profound sigh, and, dis- couraged, she let herself fall on her pillows. All was over! Alone; what was going to become of her? to whom should she cling now? Gcomicbooks (€ Q)