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261 XXII.--UT PUTO, VESTIS FIO 275 XXIII.--A PARADOX OF SENSIBILITY 290 XXIV.--WHAT A QUESTION! 304 XXV.--A SMACK OF REPETITION 318 XXVI.--THE SECRET OF THE COUNTESS 334 XXVII.--OF GRAZES ON THE KNEE 349 XXVIII.--AS BEDERHOF ARRANGED 363 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE "I'm not a king for my own pleasure" _Frontispiece_ Hammerfeldt came to me and kissed my hand 43 The firelight played on the hand that held the screen 102 "My ransom," said I. "The price of my freedom" 148 "On my honour, a pure accident," said Varvilliers 215 "Why, what brings you here?" I cried 262 "My dear friend, have you forgotten me?" 293 "I'll try--I'll try to make you happy" 342 THE KING'S MIRROR. CHAPTER I. A PIOUS HYPERBOLE. Before my coronation there was no event in childhood that impressed itself on my memory with marked or singular distinction. My father's death, the result of a chill contracted during a hunting excursion, meant no more to me than a week of rooms gloomy and games forbidden; the decease of King Augustin, my uncle, appeared at the first instant of even less importance. I recollect the news coming. The King, having been always in frail health, had never married; seeing clearly but not far, he was a sad man: the fate that struck down his brother increased his natural melancholy; he became almost a recluse, withdrew himself from the capital to a retired residence, and henceforward was little more than a name in which Prince von Hammerfeldt conducted the business of the country. Now and then my mother visited him; once she brought back to me a letter from him, little of which I understood then, although I have since read often the touching words of his message. When he died, there was the same gloom as when my father left us; but it seemed to me that I was treated a little differently; the servants stared at me, my mother would look long at me with a half-admiring, half-amused expression, and Victoria let me have all her toys. In Baroness von Krakenstein (or Krak, as we called her) alone, there was no difference; yet the explanation came
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