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a King, which, if not a thing to be proud of, is at least an experience to have undergone. Doubtless I should have thought more of it, had there not echoed through the air, from the towers of Zenda that we were leaving far away, into my ears and into my heart the cry of a womans loveRudolf! Rudolf! Rudolf! Hark! I hear it now! |
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