“Hordes of anti-Christ vomited from hell!”
“Scum and rabble of an infamous democracy!”
“Monsters of sacrilege!”
“Cowards curst of God!”
“Whom to slay is righteousness!”
“To whom to give quarter is deadly sin!”
“Subverters of all order and decency!”
“The devil hang the lot!” said Lady Hamilton.
The queen rose, quite refreshed and reinvigorated. Suddenly she was holding me with a piercing look. Craft and villainy peeped out of her little inflamed eyes.
“I come to put a question to you, madam,” she said. “There is a lady of our retinue—the Signora de Fonseca Pimentel. Your correspondence contains no proof of her disloyalty to us?”