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Rosa
obeyed
,
for
the
Prince
was
fixing
his
eyes
upon
her
,
but
he
had
scarcely
turned
them
again
to
his
paper
when
she
bashfully
retired
to
the
door
.
The
Prince
finished
his
letter
.
During
this
time
,
the
greyhound
went
up
to
Rosa
,
surveyed
her
and
began
to
caress
her
.
"
Ah
,
ah
!
"
said
William
to
his
dog
,
"
it
's
easy
to
see
that
she
is
a
countrywoman
of
yours
,
and
that
you
recognise
her
.
"
Then
,
turning
towards
Rosa
,
and
fixing
on
her
his
scrutinising
,
and
at
the
same
time
impenetrable
glance
,
he
said
,
--
"
Now
,
my
child
.
"
The
Prince
was
scarcely
twenty-three
,
and
Rosa
eighteen
or
twenty
.
He
might
therefore
perhaps
better
have
said
,
My
sister
.
"
My
child
,
"
he
said
,
with
that
strangely
commanding
accent
which
chilled
all
those
who
approached
him
,
"
we
are
alone
;
let
us
speak
together
.
"
Rosa
began
to
tremble
,
and
yet
there
was
nothing
but
kindness
in
the
expression
of
the
Prince
's
face
.
"
Monseigneur
,
"
she
stammered
.
