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Hildegarde -- strange how that name has always affected me, above all other names on earth -- Hildegarde had immediately walked some little distance away upon reaching the deck of the yacht.
No doubt she felt the curious eyes of the royal Diana fastened upon her, and though I had known the time when this beauty had to be content with the _rôle_ of second fiddle when Hildegarde was present, the latter seemed to shrink from facing her now.