In the Palace of the King - A Love Story of Old Madrid by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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little wildly, for she could hardly control her joy.
"And who wounded him?" she asked suddenly. "You know everything, you must know that also." "Madam," said the dwarf, fixing his eyes on hers, "we both know the name of the person who wounded Don John, very well indeed, I regret that I should not be able to recall it at this moment. His Highness has forgotten it too, I am sure." The Princess's expression did not change, but she returned his gaze steadily during several seconds, and then nodded slowly to show that she understood. Then she looked away and was silent for a moment. "I am sorry I was rough with you, Adonis," she said at last, thoughtfully. "It was hard to believe you at first, and if the Prince had been dead, as we all believed, your jesting would have been abominable. There,"--she unclasped a diamond brooch from her bodice--"take that, Adonis--you can turn it into money." The Princess's financial troubles were notorious, and she hardly ever possessed any ready gold. "I shall keep it as the most precious of my possessions," answered the dwarf readily. "No," she said quickly. "Sell it. The King--I mean--some one may see it if you keep it." "It shall be sold to-morrow, then," replied the jester, bending his head |
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