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THE KING'S MIRROR.
"There's our rendezvous."
He did not answer, but turned to me with his lips quivering.
"What's the matter, man?" I asked.
"For God's sake, sire, don't do it. Send him a message. You mustn't do it."
"My good Vohrenlorf, you are mad," said I.
Yet not Vohrenlorf was mad, but I, mad with the vision of my two phantoms—freedom and pleasure.
