right and wrong

where the empress herself had applauded. "Nana! Nana! Nana!" The

cry rose heavenward in the glorious sunlight, whose golden rain beat

fiercely on the dizzy heads of the multitude.

Then Nana, looming large on the seat of her landau, fancied that it

was she whom they were applauding. For a moment or two she had

stood devoid of motion, stupefied by her triumph, gazing at the

course as it was invaded by so dense a flood of people that the turf

became invisible beneath the sea of black hats. By and by, when