Who is that girl?” asked Count von
Breitstein | Frontispiece | | FACING
PAGE | She lost her scant foothold, slipped,
tried to hold on, failed, and slid
down the rock | 50 | “Let the law deal with the madman; it
is my will” | 128 | | “Never!” she exclaimed. “It’s an insult” | 194 | At sight of her the Emperor stopped on
the threshold | 292 | “We shall never be old, for we love
each other,” said the Emperor | 300 |
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