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plans, but that I have spoken my words in sincerity.”
And covering her face with her veil, Maria Felicia bowed and started for the door.
“Go, proud Countess, go!” the Emperor said, turning away. “But I still have hopes in your good sense. Before we meet again all the unpleasant, foolish dreams that vex you now will have disappeared and your mind will be clear once more.”
The Countess did not answer. With head erect she disappeared into the row of apartments, where all the attendants arose and bowed before her, as if through the walls they had heard Joseph’s words:
“You shall be the mistress of the court, you shall be supreme; you shall rule where no one yet has ever ruled—in my heart!”
