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"And now, schentelmen, about that little inzident at the goronation? "
It was his Majesty King William III. who spoke, crumpled back into his big chair. His eyes, bright as a sparrow's, peered from the nest of an enormous wig. His small, shrewd features, diminutive frame, and legs like cribbage-pegs, were the least adapted, one might have thought, to carry the extravagant vesture of his day. He appeared, indeed, to be always lost in it, and as if just on the point of finding his way out. Yet the clothes of a Daniel Lambert would hardly have sufficed for his spirit.