Barbara Blomberg — Volume 09 by Georg Ebers
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and the Queen of Hungary. Now he entered his spacious study.
His feet were refusing their support more and more, and the fingers of his right hand, which the gout was now crippling, found it hard to grasp his cane. He sank back in his arm-chair exhausted, closed his eyes, and laid his hand upon the clever pointed head of the greyhound which lay at his feet. The short walk and the fiery wine which he had again enjoyed in abundance at dinner had increased the pain from which he was now never free, day or night, and it was some time ere Adrian could succeed in propping his infirm body comfortably. At last Charles passed his handkerchief across his perspiring brow, and called to the majordomo. Quijada eagerly approached, and the valet was respectfully leaving the room, but the Emperor's summons stopped him. "I have something," Charles began, no longer able to maintain complete control over his voice, which was sometimes interrupted by the shortness of breath that had recently attacked him, "to say to you also--" Here he hesitated, pointed to the window which overlooked the park, then, with a keen glance at the valet's face, continued: "A ghost wanders about there. I have already seen it several times under the trees. True, it avoided approaching me. What still remains useful in this miserable body! But my eyes are sharp yet, and I recognised the |
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