M. De Tavannes Smiled. Mademoiselle Averted Her Eyes, And Shivered; As
If The Air, Even Of That Close Summer Night, Entering By The Door At Her
Elbow, Chilled Her. And Then Came A Welcome Interruption.
"Tavannes!"
"Sire!"
Count Hannibal Rose Slowly. The King Had Called, And He Had No Choice
But To Obey And Go. Yet He Hung A Last Moment Over His Companion, His
Hateful Breath Stirring Her Hair.
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