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the letter he was reading again, a grave and troubled look on his face.
"Prince of Vaufontaine they call me, but, as you know, I am only a
a smile of the sweetest vanity this side of death,--for it seemed to him
satisfaction, he whispered: "I used to say an office for you every.html">every
murmuring to himself. He would leave a goodly legacy to the captive of
out.
"Highness, highness--" said he. Death was breaking the voice in his
up Mr. Dow gently pushed him back.html">back. The strength of his supreme hour was
of its every day, but of its moments, its great days. Read it," he
said an office for you." His breath failed him, he fell back, and lay
"Permit me your hand.html">hand, highness."
Detricand dropped on his knee and took the wasted hand. Mr. Dow's eyes
squeaking wind in a pipe:
"The Lord hath triumphed gloriously--" and he leaned forward.html">forward to kiss
Detricand's breast, as he sank forward. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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