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He
heard
it
only
as
one
hears
the
thunder
of
the
surf
when
it
is
blown
to
the
ear
out
of
a
great
distance
,
for
it
was
smothered
under
another
sound
which
was
still
nearer
,
in
his
own
breast
,
in
his
accusing
conscience
--
a
voice
which
kept
repeating
those
shameful
words
,
"
I
do
not
know
you
,
woman
!
"
The
words
smote
upon
the
King
's
soul
as
the
strokes
of
a
funeral
bell
smite
upon
the
soul
of
a
surviving
friend
when
they
remind
him
of
secret
treacheries
suffered
at
his
hands
by
him
that
is
gone
.
New
glories
were
unfolded
at
every
turning
;
new
wonders
,
new
marvels
,
sprang
into
view
;
the
pent
clamours
of
waiting
batteries
were
released
;
new
raptures
poured
from
the
throats
of
the
waiting
multitudes
:
but
the
King
gave
no
sign
,
and
the
accusing
voice
that
went
moaning
through
his
comfortless
breast
was
all
the
sound
he
heard
.
By-and-by
the
gladness
in
the
faces
of
the
populace
changed
a
little
,
and
became
touched
with
a
something
like
solicitude
or
anxiety
:
an
abatement
in
the
volume
of
the
applause
was
observable
too
.
The
Lord
Protector
was
quick
to
notice
these
things
:
he
was
as
quick
to
detect
the
cause
.
He
spurred
to
the
King
's
side
,
bent
low
in
his
saddle
,
uncovered
,
and
said
--
"
My
liege
,
it
is
an
ill
time
for
dreaming
.
The
people
observe
thy
downcast
head
,
thy
clouded
mien
,
and
they
take
it
for
an
omen
.
Be
advised
:
unveil
the
sun
of
royalty
,
and
let
it
shine
upon
these
boding
vapours
,
and
disperse
them
.
Lift
up
thy
face
,
and
smile
upon
the
people
.
"
So
saying
,
the
Duke
scattered
a
handful
of
coins
to
right
and
left
,
then
retired
to
his
place
The
mock
King
did
mechanically
as
he
had
been
bidden
.
His
smile
had
no
heart
in
it
,
but
few
eyes
were
near
enough
or
sharp
enough
to
detect
that
.
The
noddings
of
his
plumed
head
as
he
saluted
his
subjects
were
full
of
grace
and
graciousness
;
the
largess
which
he
delivered
from
his
hand
was
royally
liberal
:
so
the
people
's
anxiety
vanished
,
and
the
acclamations
burst
forth
again
in
as
mighty
a
volume
as
before
.
Still
once
more
,
a
little
before
the
progress
was
ended
,
the
Duke
was
obliged
to
ride
forward
,
and
make
remonstrance
.
He
whispered
--
"
O
dread
sovereign
!
shake
off
these
fatal
humours
;
the
eyes
of
the
world
are
upon
thee
.
"
Then
he
added
with
sharp
annoyance
,
"
Perdition
catch
that
crazy
pauper
!
'
twas
she
that
hath
disturbed
your
Highness
.
"
The
gorgeous
figure
turned
a
lustreless
eye
upon
the
Duke
,
and
said
in
a
dead
voice
--
