Temporal Power by Marie Corelli
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great jewels she wore, and toyed unconsciously with a ruby talisman cut
in the shape of a heart, and encircled with diamonds. The King noted the flash of the gems against the whiteness of her hand, and said: "Your heart, Madam, is like the jewel you hold!--clear crimson, and full of fire,--but it is not the fire of Heaven, though you may perchance judge it to be so. Rather is it of hell!--(I pray you to pardon me for the roughness of this suggestion!)--for one of the chief crimes of the devil is unconquerable hatred of the human race. You share Satan's aversion to man!--and strange indeed it is that even the most sympathetic companionship with your own sex cannot soften that aversion! However, we will not go into this;--the years have proved you true to your own temperament, and there is nothing to be said on the matter, either of blame or of praise. As I said, I have never asked a favour of you, nor have I sought the sympathy which it is not in your nature to give. I have not even claimed your obedience in any particular strictness of form; but that is my errand to you to-night,-- indeed it is the sole object of this private interview,--to claim your entire, your unfaltering, your implicit obedience!" She raised her head haughtily. "To what commands, Sir?" she asked. "To those I have here written,--" and he handed her a paper folded in two, which she took wonderingly, as he extended it. "Read this carefully!--and if you have any objections to urge, I am willing to listen to you with patience, though scarcely to alter the conditions laid down." |
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