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"He shalt have my cake!" Bruno cried, passionately struggling out of Sylvie's arms.
"Yes, yes, darling!" Sylvie gently pleaded. "But don't throw it out! He's gone away, don't you see? Let's
go after him." And she led him out of the room, unnoticed by the rest of the party, who were wholly absorbed
in watching the old Beggar.
The Conspirators returned to their seats, and continued their conversation in an undertone, so as not to
be heard by Uggug, who was still standing at the window.
"By the way, there was something about Bruno succeeding to the Wrardenship," said my Lady. "How
does that stand in the new Agreement?"
The Chancellor chuckled. "Just the same, word for word," he said, "with one exception, my Lady. Instead
of 'Bruno,' I've taken the liberty to put in----" he dropped his voice to a whisper, "to put in 'Uggug,' you
know!"
"Uggug, indeed!" I exclaimed, in a burst of indignation I could no longer control. To bring out even that
one word seemed a gigantic effort: but, the cry once uttered, all effort ceased at once: a sudden gust
swept away the whole scene, and I found myself sitting up, staring at the young lady in the opposite
corner of the carriage, who had now thrown back her veil, and was looking at me with an expression
of amused surprise.
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