The Duchess' still-elegantly-dressed corpse was again composed, flowers being laid on her chest
. Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, heard General Potoriek shout to the driver of their automobile in annoyance, "Stop! Turn around, you're going the wrong way!" She glanced quickly at her husband, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to make sure he wouldn't explode again as he had earlier that morning when he lit into the unfortunate Mayor of Sarajevo about the bombing attacks that the imperial couple had been pelted with in the course of their motorcade. Breaking the kiss, he grasped the rim of the casket, levered himself upwards and lowered himself, with some difficulty, into the casket's interior and atop the slain Duchess of Hohenberg
. . By the time I recovered, the dog was returning, accompanied by another, larger dog
The Duchess' still-elegantly-dressed corpse was again composed, flowers being laid on her chest
. Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, heard General Potoriek shout to the driver of their automobile in annoyance, "Stop! Turn around, you're going the wrong way!" She glanced quickly at her husband, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to make sure he wouldn't explode again as he had earlier that morning when he lit into the unfortunate Mayor of Sarajevo about the bombing attacks that the imperial couple had been pelted with in the course of their motorcade. Breaking the kiss, he grasped the rim of the casket, levered himself upwards and lowered himself, with some difficulty, into the casket's interior and atop the slain Duchess of Hohenberg
. . By the time I recovered, the dog was returning, accompanied by another, larger dog
The Duchess' still-elegantly-dressed corpse was again composed, flowers being laid on her chest
. Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, heard General Potoriek shout to the driver of their automobile in annoyance, "Stop! Turn around, you're going the wrong way!" She glanced quickly at her husband, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, to make sure he wouldn't explode again as he had earlier that morning when he lit into the unfortunate Mayor of Sarajevo about the bombing attacks that the imperial couple had been pelted with in the course of their motorcade. Breaking the kiss, he grasped the rim of the casket, levered himself upwards and lowered himself, with some difficulty, into the casket's interior and atop the slain Duchess of Hohenberg
. . By the time I recovered, the dog was returning, accompanied by another, larger dog
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