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WANDA.
alone that day, and almost wondered what it meant. Who could be to him what she was? Who could dethrone her from that 'great white throne' to which his adoration had raised her? If his senses ever strayed, his soul would never swerve from its loyalty.
When she reached home that afternoon she found a card, on which was written with a pencil, in German:
'So sorry not to find you. I am in Paris to see my doctor. Zdenka has taken my service at Court. I will come to you tomorrow.'
The card was Mdme. Brancka's.
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