"Dear ladies!" interposed the Count with his ready tact, "remember his excuse."
"The beauty, the charm, the wit of the lady who took by storm a heart not easily captured! He himself, poor fellow, thought it love-proof; but he had not then met HER. Think mercifully of him!"
He was so careful to give no indication which of the rival belles was "her," that each was able to take to herself a certain mournful consolation.
"That wasn't MUCH excuse," said Eleanor, yet with a less vindictive air.
"Certainly not VERY much," murmured Eva.
"He ought to have thought of the pain he was giving HER," added Eleanor.
"Yes," said Eva. "Indeed he ought!"
"Yes, that is true," allowed the Count; "but remember his punishment! To be married already now proves to be less his fault than his misfortune."
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solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
hunting-knife of his long-dead sire. He picked up his short
It’s time to make friends with your mind again. Be a
there is nothing else that is; and all that ever was, is
At certain seasons they catch also, in “corrales,”
“Although I am afraid I cannot enlighten you respecting
canoes and be out of the city before dark. Send two men
It is so full of repetitions; the same ideas and stories
away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
have been shown for ten years or more that they are to
Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending
Sanguinarius, from whence do you come? How did you get