Barbara Blomberg — Volume 07 by Georg Ebers
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page 28 of 74 (37%)
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The world calls this selfishness. But since it still needs me, it ought
in justice to excuse me, for never have I needed you so much as during these decisive weeks, whether war is declared--and it will come to that-- or not. Think how many other things are also impending! Besides, my foot aches, and my heart, this poor heart, bears a wound which a friend's careful hand will soothe. So you understand, Luis, that the much- tormented Charles can not do without you just now." Quijada, with sincere emotion, bent over the monarch's hand and kissed it tenderly, but the Emperor, for the first time, hastily stroked his bearded cheek, and said in an agitated tone, "We know each other." "Yes, your Majesty," cried the Spaniard. "In the first place, I will not again annoy my master with the request for a leave of absence. Dona Magdalena must try how she can accommodate herself to widowhood while she has a living husband, if the Holy Virgin will only permit me to offer your Majesty what you expect from me." "I will answer for that," the Emperor was saying, when Adrian interrupted him. The messenger had returned from Prebrunn with the news that the singer had taken cold the day before, and could not leave the house. Charles angrily exclaimed that he knew what such illness meant, and his under lip protruded so far that it was easy to perceive how deeply this fresh proof of Barbara's defiance and vanity incensed him. But when the chamberlain said that the singer had been attacked by a violent fever, Charles changed colour, and asked quickly in a tone of |
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