As soon as the king left the room, the queen ran towards the boudoir, and opened the door; then, as if her strength failed her, sank down on a chair, waiting for the decision of M. de Charny, her last and most formidable judge.
He came out more sad and pale than ever.
Sign in to unlock this title
Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit.
