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wishes to convey to your Majesty."
"Well, I understand about half," said the king with a laugh. "But
important matter of the dogs being thus disposed of, the king
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"Now, what did you wish to say to me?" he asked, with a weary
Bernenstein coughed again. Yet he saw a chance.
"Your pardon, sire," said he, "but we are not alone."
The king lifted his eyebrows.
"Is the business so private?" he asked.
"I should prefer to tell it to your Majesty alone," pleaded the
king, for, although the count, being robbed of his evidence could
king that Rudolf Rassendyll was in the castle. He leant now over
poor ears, it seems."
The king flushed red.
"Is that your business, my lord.html">lord?" he asked Rischenheim sternly.
"Your Majesty does not know what my cousin--"
"It is the old plea?" interrupted the king. "He wants to come
Rischenheim, and smiled as he slightly raised his right hand and
twisting his fingers. He understood that, cost what it might,
Mr. Rassendyll's presence. He cleared his throat and opened his
king impatiently.
Again Rischenheim sat silent.
"Are you dumb, my lord?" cried the king most impatiently.
"It--it is only what you call the old story, sire."
"Then let me say that you have treated me very badly in obtaining
my decision, and your cousin knows it." Thus speaking, the. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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