And Anna was conscious of a few moments of exquisite emotion. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself.
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