Avon Modern Short Story Monthly #36 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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Be ike y baiivelt. “She was all in black, and black was the veil that oie from her set head-dress, throwing into greater relief her pallid loveliness _ which the youth’s glance was quick to appraise. He saw, too, from es air and from the grooms attending her, that she was a woman | a; of 8 some quality, and the tragic appeal of her smote home in his gay, _ poetic soul, He put forth a hand and clutched the Duke’s arm, and, he s if yielding to this, the Duke reined up. a “What is it that you seek?” Charles asked her not unkindly, his f ively dark eyes playing over her. a y “Justice!” was all she answered him very piteously, and yet with oS a certain fierceness of insistence. “None asks it of me in vain, I hope,” he answered gravely. “ But G4 do not dispense it from the saddle in the public street. Follow us.’ He ‘And he rode on. _ She followed to the Prinssenhof with her grooms and her woman Catherine. There she was made to wait in a great hall, thronged with grooms and men-at-arms and huntsmen, who were draining _ the measure sent them by the Duke. She stood apart, wrapped in her tragic sorrow, and none molested her, At last a chamberlain came | _ to summon her to the Duke’s presence. Boortn a spacious, sparsely furnished room she found the Duke await- - ing ai wearing now a gown of black and gold that was trimmed Ov Riyneal he cried when she had done, “Rhynsault did this?” _ There was incredulity in his voice and nothing else. | The youth behind him laughed softly, and shifted his attitude. “You are surprised. Yet what else was to be looked for in that | oo swine? Me he never could deceive, for all his—” Be rar Arnault,” said the Duke sharply. And to the woman: sary)