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Yes," her voice became explanatory, "it's essential, you see, that my cousin Antonio should never dream who I really am. He must fancy that I 'm just anybody till the time comes for me to cast my domino, and reveal the fairy-princess. So I travel under a nom-de-guerre. I 'm a widow, a rich, charming, dashing, not too-disconsolate widow; and my name . . . is Madame Fregi."
As it was, privacy was the rule in the life of the accomplished Duchess, still young and beautiful, and in that of her little shadow; very seldom did they appear at Court, or in any gay Court circle; so, at the time of her accession to the throne, Victoria might almost have been a fairy-princess, emerging from some enchanted dell in Windsor forest, or a water-nymph evoked from the Serpentine in Kensington Gardens by some modern Merlin, for all the world at large the world beyond her kingdom at least knew of her young years, of her character and disposition.
The first twelve years of the battle were spent in an orphanage in the Grass Valley, the next four as a chore boy on a ranch, after which the young man decided with naïve determination that in order to obtain anything at all worth while he must be fully prepared to pay its price, and that he desired above all else to become a rich man a truly rich man, and marry a fairy-princess sort of person.
He had realized his boyhood dream of returning to Nevada a rich and respected man with a fairy-princess sort of wife. The deadly anaesthesia of unreality which these get-rich-quick candidates of to-day indulge in at the outset of their struggle still had Steve in its clutch. He had not even stirred from out its influence.
I remember all about our youth, Ethel. Ethel. Tell me what you remember? Clive. I remember one of the days, when I first saw you, I had been reading the Arabian Nights at school and you came in in a bright dress of shot silk, amber, and blue and I thought you were like that fairy-princess who came out of the crystal box because Ethel. Because why? Clive.
Little Moses was glorious, his adventures had begun, and with a fairy-princess in his boat, he was going to stretch away to some of the islands of dreamland.
"Then there is no more to be said. Now, let's just have a run through, to see that you've got the lay-out straight. Start off with the glimmering landscape." "Stars God's daisy chain." "Twilight makes you feel sad." "Because mine lonely life." "Describe life." "Talk about the day I met her." "Add fairy-princess gag. Say there's something you want to say to her. Heave a couple of sighs.
But I did not want to help myself. I wanted to be helped not because I was lazy, but because I wanted to be adored. I was really a sort of fairy princess, misplaced, of course, in a stupid republic, and I wanted life conducted on a fairy-princess basis. It was a game I wished to play, but it was one I could not play alone, and not a soul could I find who seemed inclined to play it with me.
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