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Title: The court jester
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Baker, Cornelia, 1855-
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Publisher: Indianapolis, The Bobbs-Merrill Co
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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das round rosy face re-mained thoughtful and sad. Something tells me that things are not right,said she. I seem to feel it in the air. Every-thing is going too well for us. Here is your littleHighness treated like a very queen with everythingdone to amuse you, and both of us so comfortablein this beautiful palace that I feel that it is alltoo good to be true. The next afternoon Le Glorieux, who, as hasbeen said, being a jester was privileged to go wherehe liked, rushed into the apartments of the princesswith the remark, Our Duchess of Brittany soonto be married is listening to a, strange man by theoriel window in the grand corridor. A jest upon such a subject does not amuseme in the least, replied the Lady Margueritereprovingly. By the mass! nor does it amuse me, for fromthe few words I caught I am sure it means some-thing quite serious for you, little Cousin. Please explain your meaning. The jester replied, I was looking at those suitsof armor, in the corridor, worn by the ancient 62
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< I slipped behind the armor of a giant duke Page 6j BROKEN PROMISES Dukes of Brittany. I was counting the dents madein the helmets and corselets by mace and battle-ax, and wondering if it paid to fight so fiercely,since, after all, the time would come when thebravest would be as dead as anybody else, whenI heard the tinkle of ladies voices, and whoshould come into the corridor but Cousin Anneand Clotilde. I slipped behind the armor of a giant duke andstood waiting to see what was going to happen, forthe duchess was as white as Dame Cunegundascap and the countenance of Clotilde was screwedinto an expression I never had seen it wear in allthe years I have reveled in the joy of her acquaint-ance. They waited for a few moments, then thedoor at the other end of the corridor was openedand two gentlemen entered. And who were they? asked Cunegundabreathlessly. I have not the pleasure of the acquaintanceof all the gentlemen of Europe, replied the fool, and I did not recognize them; but I k

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