Chapter 11
BY THE PRINCE'S ORDERS Once more mademoiselle sat beneath a canopy of pink roses, surrounded by obsequious waiters, with the murmur of music in her ears, opposite the man she adored. Yet without a doubt mademoiselle was disturbed. Her fixed eyes were riveted upon the newspaper which Herr Freudenberg had passed into her hand. She was suddenly very pale. "Send some of these people away," she begged. "I am frightened." Herr Freudenberg smiled. With a wave of his hand they were alone. "Dear Marguerite," he said quietly, "compose yourself. All those who stand in my way and the way of my country must be swept aside, but remember this. They have all received their warning. I lift my hand against no one who has not first received a chance of escape." "He was a man so gallant," she faltered, "
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