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Edition all at sea. "Is your Highness sure?" he babbled. "Oh, indeed,
most sure," she replied with the hardest laugh which he had ever heard
from a woman's lips. "I did not know," he said in dejection, and she
took a step nearer to him, and her cheeks flamed. "Is that the truth?"
she asked, her voice trembling with anger. "You did not know?" And Wogan
understood that the real trouble with her at this moment was not so much
the King's delay in Spain as a doubt whether he himself had played with
her and spoken her false. For if he was proved untrue here, why, he
might have been untrue throughout, on the stairway at Innspruck, on the
road to Ala, in the hut on the bluff of the hills. He could see how
harshly the doubt would buffet her pride, how it would wound her to the
soul. "It is the truth," he answered; "you will beli