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Yonder sleeps the one empress in death her pains are past; but this one, our beloved Maria Theresa, has yet to suffer. May God be merciful and spare her life!" "Her life!" cried Joseph, turning pale. "Yes, her life," said Van Swieten, solemnly. Her body was so decayed by small pox, that, before her death the flesh fell from her in pieces.
You will not; for a bad heart in a carcass is like the worm in the nut, soon brings the body to dust. So, Kate, take down Gerard's bib and tucker that are in the drawer you wot of, and one of these days we will carry them to Sevenbergen. We will borrow Peter Buyskens' cart, and go comfort Gerard's wife under her burden. She is his wife. Who is Ghysbrecht Van Swieten?
It was soon decided that patriots and Spaniards, not Greeks and Persians, were to appear in the lists against each other; but when the burgomaster's son, Adrian Van der Werff, a lad of fourteen, proposed to form the two parties, and in the imperious way peculiar to him attempted to make Paul Van Swieten and Claus Dirkson Spaniards, he encountered violent opposition, and the troublesome circumstance was discovered that no one was willing to represent a foreign soldier.
It made him fear Gerard was only lurking in the neighbourhood: he would make a certain discovery, and would come back and take a terrible revenge. From this time Dierich and others that were about him noticed a change for the worse in Ghysbrecht Van Swieten. He became a moody irritable man. A dread lay on him.
I myself will be Isabella's nurse until " He could speak no more; he covered his face with his hands, and his tears fell in showers over the pillow of his unconscious wife. Van Swieten opposed him no longer. He was suffered to remain, nursing the archduchess with a love that defied all fatigue. Of all this Isabella was ignorant.
At last, in the energy of despair, Josepha sat erect in her bed, and with her livid, bloody hands, wrote a letter which Van Swieten, at her earnest entreaty, delivered to the emperor. When, after a short absence, he returned with another denial, she gave such a shriek of anguish that it was heard throughout the palace.
No one spoke, but the group all turned their eyes upon Van Swieten, whose presence, until now, had been unobserved by the empress. Like an angry lioness, she sprang forward to the threshold, and laid her hand upon Van Swieten's shoulder. "What means your presence here, Van Swieten?" cried she loudly. "What fearful message do you bear me now? My children my children! where are they?"
All eyes turned towards him, scornfully scanning his little velvet hat decked with a long plume, the quilted red satin garment padded in the breast and sleeves, the huge puffs of his short brown breeches, and the brilliant scarlet silk stockings that closely fitted his well-formed limbs. "The ape," repeated Paul Van Swieten. "He wants to be a cardinal, that's why he wears so much red."
Like the lightning flash, intelligence had gone through the land that the empress was in danger, and her subjects had lost interest in every thing except the bulletins issued from the palace where Van Swieten and Von Storck watched day and night by the bedside of their beloved sovereign.
"But skill has availed; and to Van Swieten, under Providence, I am indebted for my life," cried the empress, warmly. "I know, Kaunitz, that you have but little faith in heavenly or earthly physicians; and I pray God that you may never acquire it through the bitter experience of such suffering as I have but lately endured!
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