The Weight of the Crown. Fred M. White

The Weight of the Crown - Fred M. White


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XXIX

       IN MAXGREGOR'S CHAMBERS

       CHAPTER XXX

       HER FRIEND, THE QUEEN

       CHAPTER XXXI

       A SURPRISE FOR JESSIE

       CHAPTER XXXII

       NO TIME TO LOSE

       CHAPTER XXXIII

       THE FISH ON THE LINE

       CHAPTER XXXIV

       A ROYAL ACTOR

       CHAPTER XXXV

       A RACE FOR A THRONE

       CHAPTER XXXVI

       ANNETTE TELLS A STORY

       CHAPTER XXXVII

       CROSS PURPOSES

       CHAPTER XXXVIII

       ON BROKEN GROUND

       CHAPTER XXXIX

       IN THE CAMP OF THE FOE

       CHAPTER XL

       THIN ICE

       CHAPTER XLI

       ANNETTE AT BAY

       CHAPTER XLII

       THE COUNTESS RETURNS

       CHAPTER XLIII

       IN SEARCH OF THE KING

       CHAPTER XLIV

       DEAD!

       CHAPTER XLV

       CHECK!

       CHAPTER XLVI

       MATE IN TWO MOVES

       CHAPTER XLVII

       THE SITUATION IS SAVED

       CHAPTER XLVIII

       THE PAPERS AT LAST

       CHAPTER XLIX

       LOVE AND ROSES

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      The girl stood there fighting hard to keep back the tears from her eyes. The blow had been so swift, so unexpected. And there was the hurt to her pride also.

      "Do I understand that I am dismissed, Madame?" Jessie Harcourt asked quietly. "You mean that I am to go at the end of the week?"

      The little woman with the faded fair hair and the silly affectation of fashion was understood to say that Miss Harcourt would go at once. The proprietress of the fashionable millinery establishment in Bond Street chose to call herself Madame Malmaison, though she was London to the core. Her shrill voice shook a little as she spoke.

      "You are a disgrace to the establishment," she said. "I am sorry you ever came here. It is fortunate for me that Princess Mazaroff took the proper view so far as I am concerned. Your conduct was infamous, outrageous. You go to the Princess to try on hats for her Highness, and what happens? You are found in the library engaged in a bold flirtation with her Highness's son, Prince Boris. Romping together! You suffered him to kiss you. When the Princess came here just now and told me the story, I was——"

      "It is a lie," Jessie burst out passionately. "A cowardly lie on the part of a coward. Why did not that Russian cad tell the truth? He came into the drawing-room where I was waiting for the Princess. Don't interrupt me, I must speak, I tell you."

      Madame Malmaison subsided before the splendid fury of Jessie's anger. She looked more like a countess than a shop girl as she stood there with her beautiful eyes blazing, the flash of sorrow on her lovely face. Madame Malmaison had always been a little proud of the beauty and grace and sweetness of her fitter-on. Perhaps she felt in her heart of hearts that the girl was telling the truth.

      "I hope I am a lady," Jessie said a little more gently—"at any rate, I try to remember that I was born one. And I am telling the truth—not that it matters much, seeing that you would send us all into the gutter rather than offend a customer like the Princess. That coward said his mother was waiting for me in the library. He would show me the way. Then he caught me in his arms and tried to kiss me. He wanted me to go to some theatre with him to-night. He was too strong for me. I thought


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