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Rh to know that. Yet, had they known all, they would have looked more curiously still. For, be I what I might now, I had been for three months a king; which, if not a thing to be proud of, is, at least, an experience to have undergone. Doubtless I should have thought more of it had there not echoed through the air, from the towers of Zenda that we were leaving far away, into my ears and into my heart the cry of a woman's love—"Rudolf! Rudolf! Rudolf!"

Hark! I hear it now!