On an evening in summer before the late siege of Paris, three ladies--one a matron of mature years, the other two both young and handsome girls, a brunette and a blonde--were seated in one of the lofty windows of a stately room on the first _étage_ of the Grand Hotel Royal, which immediately overlooks the Rhine at Cologne. The senior of these--Adelaide, Countess of Frankenburg, a woman grey-haired now, and with features somewhat of the heavy German type--had just received a letter, and was intent upon it, while her daughter Ernestine, and her orphan niece Herminia, watched her face with interest, and forgot the little Tauchnitz editions over which they had been idling.…
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