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Suddenly, as he stood erect, her arms were about his neck and her cheek with its warmth and color lay against his face. "I do not know," and he scarcely heard the whispered words, "I do not know Frederick Augustus von Stroebel, but I love John Armitage," she said.
And a man of character and spirit could topple down the card-house to-morrow, pick out what he liked, and create for himself a new edifice and a stronger one. I speak frankly. Von Stroebel is out of the way; the new Emperor-king is a weakling, and if he should die to-night or to-morrow " The Ambassador lifted his hands and snapped his fingers. "Yes; after him, what?"
Count Ferdinand von Stroebel bowed slightly, but did not take his eyes from the young man who sat opposite him in his rooms at the Hotel Monte Rosa in Geneva. On the table between them stood an open despatch box, and about it lay a number of packets of papers which the old gentleman, with characteristic caution, had removed to his own side of the table before admitting his caller.
He would impress himself upon them, as was his way; for he was sincerely social by instinct, and would go far to do a kindness for people he really liked. "Ah me! You have arrived opportunely, Miss Claiborne. There's mystery in the air the great Stroebel is here under this very roof and in a dreadfully bad humor. He is a dangerous man a very dangerous man, but failing fast. Poor Austria!
"For the Empire something for the Empire?" murmured the young man, wondering. Count Ferdinand von Stroebel rose. "You will accept the commission I am quite sure you will accept. I leave on an early train, and I shall not see you again."
That paper we filched from old Stroebel strengthens our hold on Francis; but there is still that question as to Karl and Frederick Augustus. Our dear Francis is not satisfied. He wishes to be quite sure that his dear father and brother are dead. We must reassure him, dearest Jules." "Don't be a fool, Durand.
Soon the Ambassador would leave and she would send Armitage away; but the mention of Stroebel's name rang oddly in her ears, and the curious way in which Armitage and Chauvenet had come into her life awoke new and anxious questions. "Count von Stroebel was not a democrat, at any rate," she said. "He believed in the divine right and all that." "So do I, Miss Claiborne.
And Armitage answered, quite simply and in the quiet tone that he had used throughout: "I am Frederick Augustus von Stroebel, the son of your sister and of the Count Ferdinand von Stroebel. The Archduke's son and I were school-fellows and playmates; you remember as well as I my father's place near the royal lands.
Count Ferdinand von Stroebel can have no successor he's only a sort of holdover from the nineteenth century, and with him and his Emperor out of the way what? For my part I see only dark days ahead;" and he concluded with a little sigh that implied crumbling thrones and falling dynasties. "We met him in Vienna," said Shirley Claiborne, "when father was there before the Ecuador Claims Commission.
Soon after came requests for such rights from Fitch for a boat propelled by steam, from Rumsey for one propelled by setting poles, and from Stroebel for another to run on wheels without the use of oars.
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