You shall say what you
like--do what you like. And--you shall be my queen!"
She caught back another sob. Her clinging arms tightened. "And you will
be--what you have always been," she said--"my king--my king--my king!"
In the silence that followed the passionate words, Charles Rex very
gently loosened the clinging arms, and set her free.
PART IV
CHAPTER I
THE WINNING POST
"I never thought it would be like this," said Toby.
She spoke aloud, though she was alone. She stood at an immense window on
the first floor of a busy Paris hotel and stared down into the teeming
courtyard below. Her fair face wore a whimsical expression that was half
of amusement and half of discontent. She looked absurdly young, almost
childish; but her blue eyes were unmistakably wistful.
Below her seethed a crowd of vehicles of every description and the babel
that came up to her was as the roar of a great torrent. It seemed to
sweep away all coherent thought, for she smiled as she gazed downwards
and her look held interest in the busy scene even though the hint of
melancholy lingered. There was certainly plenty to occupy her, and it was
not in her nature to be bored.
But yet at the opening of a door in the room behind her, she turned very
swiftly, and in a moment her face was alight with ardent welcome.
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