Marie Antoinette and Her Son by L. (Luise) Mühlbach
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which only God knew how much it cost the mother's heart--" go out
into your new world, be happy, and may you never regret the moment when yon left the threshold of your father's house to enter a new home!" "My dear mother," cried Margaret, with beaming eyes, "the house to which I am going is the house of him I love, and my new home is his heart, which is noble, great, and good, and in which all the treasures in the earth for me rest." "God grant, my daughter, that you may after many years be able to repeat those words!" "I shall repeat them, mother, for in my heart is a joyful trust. I can never be unhappy, for Toulan loves me. But, hark! I hear him coming; it is his step, and listen! he is calling me!" And the young girl, with reddening cheeks, directed her glowing eyes to the door, which just then opened, where appeared her lover, in a simple, dark, holiday-suit, with a friendly, grave countenance, his tender, beaming eyes turned toward his affianced. He hastened to her, and kissed the little trembling hand which was extended to him. "All the wedding guests are ready, my love. The carriages are waiting, and as soon as we enter the church the clergyman will advance to the altar to perform the ceremony." "Then let us go, Louis," said Margaret, nodding to him, and arm-in- |
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