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George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham

           YouwereseateduponcushionsintheSpanishfashion;youworearobeofgreensatinembroideredwithgoldandsilver,hangingsleevesknotteduponyourbeautifularmsthoselovelyarmswithlargediamonds.Youworeacloseruff,asmallcapuponyourheadofthesamecolorasyourrobe,andinthatcapaheron’sfeather.Hold!Hold!Ishutmyeyes,andIcanseeyouasyouthenwere;Iopenthemagain,andIseewhatyouarenowahundredtimemorebeautiful!"

           "Whatfolly,"murmuredAnneofAustria,whohadnotthecouragetofindfaultwiththedukeforhavingsowellpreservedherportraitinhisheart,"whatfollytofeedauselesspassionwithsuchremembrances!"

           "AnduponwhatthenmustIlive?Ihavenothingbutmemory.Itismyhappiness,mytreasure,myhope.EverytimeIseeyouisafreshdiamondwhichIencloseinthecasketofmyheart.ThisisthefourthwhichyouhaveletfallandIhavepickedup;forinthreeyears,madame,Ihaveonlyseenyoufourtimesthefirst,whichIhavedescribedtoyou;thesecond,atthemansionofMadamedeChevreuse;thethird,inthegardensofAmiens."

           "Duke,"saidthequeen,blushing,"neverspeakofthatevening."

           "Oh,letusspeakofit;onthecontrary,letusspeakofit!Thatisthemosthappyandbrillianteveningofmylife!Yourememberwhatabeautifulnightitwas?Howsoftandperfumedwastheair;howlovelytheblueheavensandstar-enameledsky!Ah,then,madame,Iwasableforoneinstanttobealonewithyou.

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