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Prince Eugene and His Times

Prince Eugene and His Times

Author: L. Muhlbach
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Chapter 1 THE COUNTESS OF SOISSONS.

Word Count: 1236    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

" said Louvois, in a tone so emp

to marry, and were she older, I would not impose a husband upon her who w

ble for your daughter to love m

, while from her large black eyes there darted forth a glan

between the Mancinis and the Louvois, and that their antip

is. "I do not deny it; the repulse which twenty-one years ago I received from Olympia Mancini, she repeats to-day in

aid the count

ter that were raised. "I have sowed l

led your speech according to the pious formulary of Madame de Main

s for knowledge," replied Louvois, smiling. "Pi

n?" asked the co

itated the discretion of Madame de Maintenon, and eschewed association

of love. What is the use of striving against destiny? Fate has willed our enmity, and we must submit with resignation," said the countess, with an affected drawl. "Yo

rt with a strain that would sound inharmonious there to-day. What would De Montespan and D

ympe n'a poi

our a b

'infanta

avantag

force a di

fait dire a

eces de Mazarion,"

I thank you for recalling to my mind the golden vision of the past, wherein a king knelt at my feet, and Louvois lived upon my smiles. She who can look back upon conquests such as these, ca

with a sneer. "But if you will allow me to draw your horoscope, you

lly, but she mastered her emotion and was able to reply with

the queen, who can never forgive you for having opened one of her letters, and having stolen thence a note addressed to the king, which acc

in a c

e should recall to the king that golden vision of his youth, whereof Olympia Mancini was the enshrined divinity. For this reason you are more obnoxious to the ex-governess than De Montespan herself. The star of the latter favorite is already on the wane, whereas yours may rise again at the bidding of Memory. These four women have long-meditated your destruction, and many are the thorns with which they have strewed your path in life. But, to compass your ruin, there was wanting ONE strong arm that could concentrate their scattered missiles, and hurl them in ONE great bomb

this sinister disclosure, could not smother the gr

in him; she was too frightened for circumspection, and she followed his retreating figure with eyes that were all

a moment they stared at each other, while there passed between the tw

th a cruel smile, which, when its mocking light w

ed, but her private papers have been seized." So sayin

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