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A King at Verrieres

           YouwillbeforeverfaithfultothisGodwhoissogreat,soterrible,butsogood?"

           Withthesewordsthebishoproseauthoritatively.

           "Youpromiseme?"hesaid,liftinguphisarmwithaninspiredair.

           "Wepromise,"saidtheyounggirlsmeltingintotears.

           "IacceptyourpromiseinthenameoftheterribleGod,"addedthebishopinathunderousvoice,andtheceremonywasatanend.

           Thekinghimselfwascrying.ItwasonlyalongtimeafterwardsthatJulienhadsufficientself-possessiontoenquire"wherewerethebonesoftheSaintthathadbeensentfromRometoPhiliptheGood,DukeofBurgundy?"Hewastoldthattheywerehiddeninthecharmingwaxenfigure.

           HisMajestydeignedtoallowtheyoungladieswhohadaccompaniedhimintothechapeltoweararedribbononwhichwereembroideredthesewords,"HATEOFTHEINFIDEL.PERPETUALADORATION."

           MonsieurdelaMolehadtenthousandbottlesofwinedistributedamongthepeasants.IntheeveningatVerrières,theLiberalsmadeapointofhavingilluminationswhichwereahundredtimesbetterthanthoseoftheRoyalists.Beforeleaving,thekingpaidavisittoM.deMoirod.

           

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