鈥淎nd you, sir,鈥?responded the king, with an air of great disdain, at the same time placing in his hand the cardinal鈥檚 letter, 鈥渄o you dare to talk to me in this manner?鈥? CHAPTER VI 鈥淲hat do you mean?鈥?exclaimed the king, with an air of real or affected surprise. Then, turning to his secretary, M. Podewils, he inquired, 鈥淗ow much of Guelderland is theirs, and not ours already?鈥? 成人av在线,近亲乱中文字幕,亚洲欧美中文日韩视频 This letter was dated 30th April, 1876. I will give here as much of it as concerns the public: 鈥淚 wish you to accept as a gift from me, given you now, the accompanying pages which contain a memoir of my life. My intention is that they shall be published after my death, and be edited by you. But I leave it altogether to your discretion whether to publish or to suppress the work 鈥?and also to your discretion whether any part or what part shall be omitted. But I would not wish that anything should be added to the memoir. If you wish to say any word as from yourself, let it be done in the shape of a preface or introductory chapter.鈥?At the end there is a postscript: 鈥淭he publication, if made at all, should be effected as soon as possible after my death.鈥?My father died on the 6th of December, 1882. And you have read that other story of her who knelt in[Pg 259] the dust at her Saviour's feet, and to whom He said, 'Neither do I condemn thee.' 鈥楾rust Hugh for not agreeing with anything he doesn鈥檛 understand,鈥?she said. There are two ladies of whom I would fain say a word, though I feel that I am making my list too long, in order that I may declare how much I have admired their work. They are Annie Thackeray and Rhoda Broughton. I have known them both, and have loved the former almost as though she belonged to me. No two writers were ever more dissimilar 鈥?except in this that they are both feminine. Miss Thackeray鈥檚 characters are sweet, charming, and quite true to human nature. In her writings she is always endeavouring to prove that good produces good, and evil evil. There is not a line of which she need be ashamed 鈥?not a sentiment of which she should not be proud. But she writes like a lazy writer who dislikes her work, and who allows her own want of energy to show itself in her pages.