"They pierced my soul, and I shrieked at last from agony.

Herr von Kircheisen was quite frightened, and begged me to excuse him, that he must thus speak to me, but the king had commanded him to repeat his very words.

The carriage was at the door, he said, ready to convey me to my future dwelling, for I must immediately leave Berlin, and the king be informed of my setting out.

The coachman received the order, and here I am, without knowing what I am to do, or whether I shall remain here." "Yes, Wilhelmine, you are to remain here; at last we have a home, and a resting-place for our love and our children.

This house is yours--you are mistress here, and you must welcome me as your guest." "This house is mine!" she cried, joyfully.