Prince Eugene and His Times by L. (Luise) Mühlbach
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that no revenge would be sweet that was purchased at the expense of
my children's welfare. Spare, then, I implore you, the man who holds your destinies in his unfriendly hand." "So be it," sighed Eugene, and he went from man to man, saying in a low voice, "Direct your fire toward the left." He then took his station at the central window, and, raising his arm, called out a second time: "Make ready! Take aim!" The multitude heard, and their exceeding consternation found utterance in one prolonged shriek of horror. "Do not fire!" screamed a hundred voices. "Do not fire! We are defenceless!" The order was countermanded, and the self-possessed defender of the beleaguered palace advanced his head and contemplated the ignoble faces of his enemies. "You acknowledge yourself baffled, then? You are willing to retreat?" "Ay!" was the ready response of every rioter there. "You swear to desist now and forever from your infamous attack upon this palace? You swear never more to make use of vituperative epithets toward the family of the deceased Count de Soissons?" "We swear, we swear! Open the gates! Let us out! Let us out!" was now the universal cry. |
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