For His Catholic Majesty, King Alfonso XIII of Spain, the God in whom he devoutly believed had reserved the most painful death a man can die. Death came to him slowly last week with the agony that crept from his chest around his diaphragm, up into his neck and down to the tips of his slender, beautiful fingers. His physician, Professor Cesare Frugoni, had moved him from his bed to a chair to give him an injection, then had been afraid he could not survive the effort of being carried back to bed. He...
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