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The Recognition procession
ThemockKingdidmechanicallyashehadbeenbidden.Hissmilehadnoheartinit,butfeweyeswerenearenoughorsharpenoughtodetectthat.Thenoddingsofhisplumedheadashesalutedhissubjectswerefullofgraceandgraciousness;thelargesswhichhedeliveredfromhishandwasroyallyliberal:sothepeople’sanxietyvanished,andtheacclamationsburstforthagaininasmightyavolumeasbefore.
Stilloncemore,alittlebeforetheprogresswasended,theDukewasobligedtorideforward,andmakeremonstrance.Hewhispered—
"Odreadsovereign!shakeoffthesefatalhumours;theeyesoftheworldareuponthee."Thenheaddedwithsharpannoyance,"Perditioncatchthatcrazypauper!‘twasshethathathdisturbedyourHighness."
ThegorgeousfigureturnedalustrelesseyeupontheDuke,andsaidinadeadvoice—
"Shewasmymother!"
"MyGod!"groanedtheProtectorashereinedhishorsebackwardtohispost,"theomenwaspregnantwithprophecy.Heisgonemadagain!"
