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The speaker looked up to meet the gaze of an iron-gray man with a harsh, sallow face. "Excuse my interrupting," said the new-comer. "Just one question, Waldemar. Who's going to be the nominee?" "Linder." "Linder? Surely not! Why, his name hasn't been heard." "It will be." "His Federal job?" "He resigns in two weeks." "His record will kill him." "What record? You and I know he's a grafter.
And took to fighting Kaiser Ludwig; colleagued diligently with the hostile Pope, with the King of France; intrigued and colleagued far and wide; swearing by every method everlasting enmity to Kaiser Ludwig; and set up his son Karl as Pfaffen-Kaiser. Nay, perhaps he was at the bottom of POST-OBIT Waldemar too.
Call my secretary at any time, if you want me." "Now to look over the line of parade," said Average Jones as he and Waldemar emerged from the hotel. Half an hour's ride brought them to the lively suburban city of Harrisonia, gay with flags and bunting.
When the announcement of this event reached the ears of Waldemar de Volaski, he was filled with despair at the prospect of parting from his betrothed. He instantly dashed off a hasty letter to Valerie de la Motte, earnestly entreating her to save his life, and his reason, and secure their happiness, by consenting to an immediate marriage.
She remembered all that right well, did Anna Dorothea. "'Oh! oh! Yes, people can sigh like the wind moaning in the rushes and reeds. 'Oh! oh!" she sighed, "no bells sounded at thy burial, Waldemar Daa! The poor schoolboys did not even sing a psalm when the former lord of Borreby was laid in the earth to rest! Oh, everything has an end, even misery. Sister Ida became the wife of a peasant.
"That the desperate step I had taken of leaving the Duke of Hereward, upon the discovery of the existence of Waldemar de Volaski, was the right and proper course for me to pursue; but that he regretted I had not possessed the moral courage to tell the duke the whole story, for he had that much right to my confidence.
Waldemar was the last, or as good as the last, of the Ascanier Markgraves; and he, two years before Ludwig ever saw those countries, died in his bed, twenty-five good years ago; and was buried, and seemingly ended. Perkin Warbeck, POST-MORTEM Richard II., Dimitri of Russia, Martin Guerre of the CAUSES CELEBRES: it is a common story in the world, and needs no commentary now.
I shall direct this letter by the name and title you now bear, so as to prevent mistakes; but it is the last time I shall so address you. And I sign myself, for all eternity, "Your true husband, WALDEMAR DE VOLASKI." Valerie read the cruel letter to its close, then dropped it on her lap, and sank back in her chair, helpless, breathless, almost lifeless.
Yet ill, nervous as she is, I quite understand that she must loathe this unceasing talk of Dionea, of the superiority of the model over the statue. Cursed statue! I wish it were finished, or else that it had never been begun. July 20. This morning Waldemar came to me. He seemed strangely agitated: I guessed he had something to tell me, and yet I could never ask. Was it cowardice on my part?
At that time she, the poor woman, was a young child, a white hyacinth in a rich garden. She remembered that time well; for it was Anna Dorothea. "'O-h, o-h, she sighed; for people can sigh like the moaning of the wind among the reeds and rushes. 'O-h, o-h, she would say, 'no bell sounded at thy burial, Waldemar Daa.
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