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- The war was over. Secured by the most explicit guarantees from the government
- of Charles III, the victorious commander allowed himself to be pulled down
- from the skies. Still holding the dreaded fin can in one hand, with the other
- he gallantly assisted his lady captive from the car of the balloon, and led
- her to the balcony of the palace.
- "Serene Highness," he said, as he respectfully consigned the Princess
- Florestine to the care of her august brother, "I regret that the necessities
- of war compelled me to make a prisoner of Madame the Princess, who was abroad
- early this morning on a mission of charity."
- The prince bowed in silence. The princess's eyes were fixed upon the floor.
- "And, Serene Highness," continued Titus, "I implore you to believe that I
- would not risk the precious life of so exalted a lady by putting her in
- proximity with a dangerously large amount of dynamite."
- So saying, he tossed the can over the balustrade. It fell upon the pavement
- with an empty rattle.