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He had led her across the room, to one beyond, where already His Royal Highness was waiting for the beautiful Lady Blakeney. Madame, supper awaits us, said the Prince, offering his arm to Marguerite, and I am full of hope. The goddess Fortune has frowned so persistently on me at hazard, that I look with confidence for the smiles of the goddess of Beauty. Your Highness has been unfortunate at the card tables? asked Marguerite, as she took the Princes arm. Aye! most unfortunate. Blakeney, not content with being the richest among my fathers subjects, has also the most outrageous luck. By the way, where is that inimitable wit? I vow, Madam, that this life would be but a dreary desert without your smiles and his sallies. |
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