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put in the confiscation clause as a matter of form. Have you any
property?"
"What I have," I answered, my confidence returning, "I can put in my
pockets."
"Good," said the King. "What the Chancellor says is but just. See to
it that his directions are followed."
"Now, my King," concluded the Chancellor, "put a medal on him and let
him go."
"In time," replied the King. "You may go, Herr Winthrop."
"Go and scribble no more," added the Chancellor.
I could hear them laughing as I made my escape from the room. It could
not be expected of me to join them. And Gretchen was as far away as
ever. Phyllis love me? It was absurd. Gretchen had played me the
fool. She had been laughing at me all the time. Yet, she had begged
my life of the Prince, and on her knees. Or, was it a lie of his? Oh,
it seemed to me that my brain would never become clear again.
In the afternoon at four I was ushered into the boudoir of Her Highness
the Princess Elizabeth. It was Phyllis no longer; Phyllis had passed;
and I became conscious of a vague regret.
"I am glad," she said, "that you were able to come.
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