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PAUL, EMPEROR OF RUSSIA
"No one can be without sin in His sight. Do you suppose that I am sinless, or that I have ever believed myself sinless? I know how weak and poor a thing I ama worm in the sight of Him who rules the universe. But ifif He cares for such as I, He knows that I am sorry for every sinful thought and every sinful act of my life."
It was time. The day before they left a stone was thrown in at the window just where Mademoiselle dOrlans had been sitting; if it had struck her it might have killed her. It struck her hat which she had hung on the top of a chair. A shower of stones followed, breaking the windows and arousing the Duc de Chartres and their only manservant, who  had gone to bed, and who rushed out into the garden, but only in time to hear the hurrying foot-steps of the escaping rascals.59 While the king was thus suffering the pangs of the gout, his irascibility vented itself upon his wife and children. We were obliged, says Wilhelmina, to appear at nine oclock in the morning in his room. We dined there, and did not dare to leave it even for a moment. Every day was passed by the king in invectives against my brother and myself. He no longer called me any thing but the English blackguard. My brother was named the rascal Fritz. He obliged us to eat and drink the things for which we had an aversion. Every day was marked by some sinister event. It was impossible to raise ones eyes without seeing some unhappy people tormented in one way or other. The kings restlessness did not allow him to remain in bed. He had himself placed in a chair on rollers, and was thus dragged all over the palace. His two arms rested upon crutches, which supported them. We always followed this triumphal car, like unhappy captives who are about to undergo their sentence.
His friends, hearing of his arrest, organised a plot for his release, established communications with him, and so skilfully arranged that one morning the  Chevalier de left the Luxembourg disguised as a soldier, passed into the streets, and thought he was saved.During her exile in England, she was in the habit of visiting and helping the French who were poor or sick, and one day being in a hospital, and seeing a French soldier evidently very ill, she spoke to him with compassion and offered him money, which he refused, with a strange exclamation, apparently of horror.
"Good night," said Isola, shortly, as she passed through the gate."No, ma'am; Mr. Hulbert is skipper."