THE BRIDE OF THE SUN
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these fêtes, striving to recall an abolished past, could only last the space of a day? That the sun of to-morrow, forgetting that of to-day, would only shine anew on their servitude?
Maria-Teresa started up from the golden throne with the child in her arms, brought to life and action again by the beloved voice.
Looking higher, they at last saw, on the highest stone in the azure, a pigmy figure holding out its arms to the Coya, and crying, "Maria-Teresa! Maria-Teresa!"
"Dick!"
Then all understood that on high there was a stranger, one of the hated race, come to rob them of the soul of their Coya.
