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George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham

           "Becauseyoudonotloveme,madame!Ifyoulovedme,youwouldviewallthisotherwise.Ifyoulovedme,oh,ifyoulovedme,thatwouldbetoogreathappiness,andIshouldrunmad.Ah,MadamedeChevreusewaslesscruelthanyou.Hollandlovedher,andsherespondedtohislove."

           "MadamedeChevreusewasnotqueen,"murmuredAnneofAustria,overcome,inspiteofherself,bytheexpressionofsoprofoundapassion.

           "Youwouldloveme,then,ifyouwerenotqueen!Madame,saythatyouwouldlovemethen!Icanbelievethatitisthedignityofyourrankalonewhichmakesyoucrueltome;IcanbelievethatyouhadbeenMadamedeChevreuse,poorBuckinghammighthavehoped.Thanksforthosesweetwords!Oh,mybeautifulsovereign,ahundredtimes,thanks!"

           "Oh,myLord!Youhaveillunderstood,wronglyinterpreted;Ididnotmeantosay—"

           "Silence,silence!"criedtheduke."IfIamhappyinanerror,donothavethecrueltytoliftmefromit.Youhavetoldmeyourself,madame,thatIhavebeendrawnintoasnare;I,perhaps,mayleavemylifeinitfor,althoughitmaybestrange,IhaveforsometimehadapresentimentthatIshouldshortlydie."Andthedukesmiled,withasmileatoncesadandcharming.

           "Oh,myGod!"criedAnneofAustria,withanaccentofterrorwhichprovedhowmuchgreateraninterestshetookinthedukethansheventuredtotell.

           "Idonottellyouthis,madame,toterrifyyou;no,itisevenridiculousformetonameittoyou,and,believeme,Itakenoheedofsuchdreams.

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