10 THE SCBANTON : TRIBUNE-miDAT MOBNINQ." JtJNE 19. 1896. thiWELLiGgAT: Copyright. VM, by th " Though irutned, Catrlen castle sat proudly upon Its Btep acclivity, its dis mantled and crumbled keep on the sea ward summit. Its fine castellated gate way facing landward with stately de fiance, and looking up a long valley be tween chalk hills.' It made a good point of view from Carlen house, a modern white mansion on the opposite hill slope, half hidden by the thick beechwoods. Which, screened by each hill from the salt sea winds, climbed both hills, the slopes of which, meeting In a broad V, auowea a gamps or me sea irom me lev el high road running through the vil lage at the foot of the castle hill. These ruins were among the show places of the country and the object of many ex cursions and picnics the whole summer long, but chiefly in the tourist season. When Carlen folk gathered a double harvest, one from the fields and another from the visitors, whose, f cur-horse coaches, wagonettes and char-a-bancs clustered thickly outside the Carlen arms and the Castle inn. In company With innumerable bicycles, the riders of which found it easier to climb the steep wooden road to the castle gate Without wheels. Though of steep as cent. It was a fair road, screened by beech and ash, offering lovely prospects and passing of arches over the dry moat A groove for a portcullis showed what once had been, and loopholes in each beautifully rounded turret by the Vaulted entrance recalled days when the' bows of English foemen were feared. Inside the heavy oaken gate was level green sword, closely shaven and shaded by trees; near the gateway was a atone cottage with tnullloned win dows amid much greenery and bloom, unu m piui ui iturut'n Kruumi. firm lived the old gatekeeper and his wife. Another garden, free of the tower shadows, lay beneath the broken wall opposite the castellan's cottage; this was enclosed by wire fencing and led to a small modern Tudor house built into the ruins out of old and weathered stone. This garden had down the mid dle a broad turf walk, bordered with old-fashioned flowers, lavender, stocks and carnations, behind which were espalier fruit trees, making a light fenc ing for vegetables beyond. The slim figures of two young women, wearing straw sailor hats, cotton blouses and dark plain skirts, moved over the sunny turf ,un ong the flowers. "OH, THESE MEN. WHEN THEY TRY TO SCHEME. . One girl was sweeping the fine short, newly-mown grass with a heath broom, the other was busy tying carnations; their voices sounded high and clear as they moved and talked. "Cousin Gerald has shown me his hand, Margie," said the girl with the broom. "Oh, these men, when they try to scheme, they are too delightfully transparent. How they plume them selves on the subtlety of their little wiles and lures!" Anu vtnai is nis lime gume; asiieu Margie, who was kneeling by the car nations, which were Just bursting out into spicy pink and crimson bloom. "The usual refuge of the destitute, Child, to marry an heiress." "Gerald!" cried Margie, "why, he's going to marry me so people say." "Not Gerald, goosey. His friend, this precious young Sir Wilfred Carr, who, according to him, Is a lovely blend of Apollo and Adonis, with a spice of Bay ard thrown in." "Dear Rosalind, It's no use to fight against Fate, and suitors. Marry one and you'll be rid of the rest. Have him." "To spite the others? No, Margie, my only chance Is to disguise myself in poverty and go a hunting for a disin terested husband. Have him yourself and leave me to take care of Gerald. Gerald would be a world the better for a good heartbreak. He couldn't marry mo, you see. He thinks cousins' mar riages wicked. Bo do I, but that's neither here nor there. By the way, .when Is this charming youth to arrive?" "He dines with us tonight, and he couldn't do that unless he had arrived, could he?" "His astral body might. I'll be as hideous as I can, at all events wear that green gown. I wonder what Fra er will do when he finds I have mown and swept his grass?" "Fraser will probably swear." Rosalind left the inclosed garden and leant on her broom, whistling softly, as If lost in thought; Margaret sat on a bit of broken wall hard by, arranging a bunch of carnations, tlelng them with a piece of bast that hung round her neck, and singing. - Her skirt was soiled with garden mold and tucked up on one side, her fair hair was ruffled. Rosalind's darker hair had become loosened by exercise, and her fringe pushed off her forehead under her hat, a hat once white but now browned by sun and rain. Both girls were looking at the heavy oaken gates fitted In the stone archway and barred and crossbarred for strength, when the large bell hang ing Inside by the lintel swung to and fro with loud clangor. "Poor Grannie! She was up all night with the child, and she's sound asleep .AW K nil Vllaa A . , "I'll open the gate. Grannie shan't be waked," cried Margery, springing to her feet and going, with the bast still over her shoulders, to the gate. "These 'Ar rles ring such tremendous pealB.enough to Wake the dead." She unhasped and opened a wicket In the gate, disclosing In the shadow of the Vaulted gateway two men, one with a Cigarette In his mouth. . . "Can we see the castle?" he asked. In well-toned voice, removing the cig tntt to aeak and replacing lb y Baeheller Syndicate. Certainly," she replied, "step In." The young man stepped in. followed by his companion, also young. Margery closed the wicket behind them, and re sumed her seat and her occupation, while the two men stood just Inside and looked around them, seeing the fore ground Rosalind, leaning pensively on her broom, but no longer whistling. with the broken walls of gray stone, the little modern Tudor house, through an open window of which the remains of a frugal luncheon -could be seen, and the distant keep for a background. Full sunshine threw her face Into shad ow and lit up the faces of the two men. The first was dark and tall, with a beautiful, close-shaven face; he wore a soft felt hat with a pinched crown and slightly sweeping brim, the belted tunic closed to the throat called a Norfolk Jacket, and knickerbockers of thinner and more clinging stuff than is usual Slightly and stralghtly built, and wear ing stocking that disclosed the real shape of the leg, instead of exaggerat ing the too great thickness character istic of English limbs, he made a grace ful, and, by contrast with others, even picturesque figure; his movements were graceful, there was a suggestion of knightly chhrm In his whole bearing. His friend was of sturdier build, with gray eyes and light brown hair; he was an Inch shorter. He was In white flan nels and cricket cap; brown-faced and bearded. "Not 'Arrles," Rosalind reflected, as she scanned them with a careless glance, her chin resting on the earth-stained hands clasped above her broomstick. The dark man sent a quick, sweeping glance over the whole picture, scarcely noticing the figure In the foreground, but particularly observing the small house built of old stones. "Jove! What an owl's nest!" he ex claimed, with a dissatisfied air. "What would you have?" his friend replied; "romantic old place; fine ruins, surely?" . "One doesn't sell one's soul for an owl's nest or a heap of ruins." "Oh, as to that, souls are cheap enough, once In the market," the deeper voice replied. "Let's rest and be thank ful," he added, dropping himself on a garden seat and stretching his legs comfortably in front of him, with his hands In his pockets, "Jolly old place, Carr. Very good specimen of a feudal stronghold. Norman keep well pre served. Carlen house on the hill op posite. Perpendicular chapel yonder," nodding his head slightly to the right, where, opposite the dwelling house, a perfect and richly-tracerled window In a rootless chancel was partially re vealed among some beeches. Rosalind had moved away; the bell again sounded. She hastened to the gate and let in a party of ladles, while Margery said that she would go quietly Into the cottage and put the kettle on for Grannie's tea, in case she waked. "Dear old Grannie is still asleep. I hope no one will rouse her," she said, five minutes later, on coming out of the cottage and addressing Rosalind, who was answering questions and giving the dates and builders of different parts of the castle for the benefit of the In quisitive men visitors. "The present owner Is not a de Carlen, I think?" the dark man asked, forget ting, despite his knightly appearance, to remove his cigarette. "No, an Ormonde; the male line has twice been broken. Here lies the last de Carlen." They were now In the ruined chapef, grass-grown and dotted with stone tombs and broken effigies of mailed knights. "Very good of the owner to show her castle to the public," Carr said. "It must be a bore to her, though. This Miss Ormonde probably courts popular ity, eh?" "Miss Ormonde is not too poor to be popular," was Rosalind's somewhat dark reply. ' "Rustic irony," Carr murmured to Brandon. "A plain woman?" he asked of Rosalind. "Remarkably plain." "And such a temper!" added Mar-J gery, with vicious emphasis. "But young, surely young?" he pro tested, as if her age was a personal injury to him. "Well, certainly not so young as she was, poor lady." "Still she must, be under fifty," added Margery. "Ha! What did I tell you, Brandon? A frumpish, cross old maid. No one was ever good enough to marry her, I suppose?" u Rosalind. ' "Those who ask heiresses seldom are." Carr laughed a joyous, boy's laugh. "Wise women are still found In these parts, you see, Brandon," he said "and witches, too," he added, with a side glance at Margery. "This little thirteenth century win dow is much admired." Rosalind said, brusquely, lifting some Ivy that hung over It. "Yoir are attached to the place?" asked Brandon; "have lived here long? You don't tire of showing It?" "I am attached to it like a tree or a serf I never tire of showing it to people who are interested," she replied, Bmll ing. "As for me, I am quite In love with the place," Brandon sighed, with an In tent but respectful glance at the bright and Intelligent face of the guide. "I could be very, very happy In that little house, Carr. "My good Brandon, you could be hap py anywhere with a pen and a pipe. I'll be bound your hatching a sonnet this moment savage because you can't rhyme stone" "Would I could bone the hole of this stone" . - "And the mistress?" "Condone. There'B the rub you see. We'll take the sea-view and the tilt yard for granted this broiling day," he added, turning back to Brandon, who was choosing some photographs set out on a little table beneath the cottage win dow.. ' "I can't afford to spoil my com plexion or overitlre myself today. The dragon must be faced this evening and the Btege begun at once." "If you do spoil your lovely mug, you might still powder for the evening." suggested Brandon, "and put on a fresh pair of sta.' "Too great a grind, old Timon. ' O for a beaker full of the warm south; full of the true, the blushful Hip'" "Or some ginger pop. It's only a penny?" suggested Margery, looking up with merry bright eyes, and laying her slender forefinger on a stone bottle on the table, while Rosalind packed Brandon's views In an envelope and gaVe him change. "With a kiss thrown In?" whispered Carr, as, with a sudden deft movement he threw his arm round Margery and brought his face close to hers Just In time to receive such a well lntentioned, single-hearted box on the ear, as made the archway echo, startled the owls and bats, sent a cloud of pigeons scurrying up on the ruined walls, staggered the re cipient of it, and convulsed Brandon and Rosalind between Indignation and laughter; that did not wake Grannie (S JUST IN TIXfE TO RECEIVE A SINGLE-HEARTED BOX ON THE EAR. or at least only enough season her nap wth conscious enjoyment, and the agreeable reflection that her work was being admirably done for her. ' PART II. ' Margery's pretty.merry face was white with anger, as she moved haughtily away; Carr, very red, with three white stripes on his cheek, was the first of the four to recover composure. He moved off with a muttered apology and a forced jest about striking arguments, and, seating himself within the shadow of the broken wall, where a room had once been, began to smoke fiercely. "Hard hit for once, my good Wilfred," Brandon said, Joining him, after a civil good morning to Rosalind. "Jolly lit tle girl that. Straightforward. No non sense about her. Hits out as if she meant it." " !" observed Sir Wilfred, briefly. "Wretch!" Margery sobbed, under the shadow of a cedar that reached from the ruined upper room whither she had lied to the wall under which the two men were smoking. "Nasty, hor rid" "Nonsense, child," Interrupted Rosa lind. "After all, perhaps It served ua right for letting them think us" "ITs, Indeed! nobody kissed you!" "Or you, either; come, come!" con tinued Rosalind, drawing her cousin gently along the narrow path on the first story of the ruin to a deep-recessed ogee window in the cool thickness of the wall, where they could sit comfort ably. "You had the best of it, Margie. I don't think he'll want any more ginger-pop just yet, do you? Oh, hush! look!" Both peeped through the unglazed window, which was partially hidden by cedar boughs, and saw, immediately be neath them the subjects of their con versation. Carr, the white marks still on his flushed cheek, was speaking with unusual energy. "If good looks were virtues, he'd soon be In Paradise," whispered Rosalind. "Ah! Miss Dragon, he'd have got no gingerpop from you," murmured Mar gery, laughing, with the tears still on her peach-like cheeks and in her merry eyes. "I don't care," Carr was saying, em phatlcally, "I must have her, or I shall be clean stone broke." "What! marry a spiteful, frumpish old maid for an owl's nest and a heap of ruins?" "And half the county and heaven knows what besides. It's positively sin ful for all that fine property to be thrown away on a woman. It ought not to be allowed In any Christian con try." ' "Well, but what would stone broke youths do with no heiress to marry?" "Positively sinful," he repeated, with pious energy. "And here am I, with at least two-thirds of my rents unpaid, and all kinds of burdens on the estates, and the' mater's jointure, and her house, and the girl's portions, not to speak of of their keep, and mortgages here and there and everywhere, and a run of ill luck at Monte Carlo last March, and los ing heavily on 'Glendower,' and that beast of a trainer letting 'Young Loch invar' be got at, besides one must have on'e fling now and then; one can't al ways live like an anchorite" "Did you ever" drawled Brandon, slowly, "ah try?" "I cannot understand the principles on which this beast of a world is gov erned," complained Carr, pathetically. "Mere Is this ! What's this creep ing inside my collar?" he said, putting up his hand. "Little stones." "Old crone?" "Unmarried woman, positively rolling In riches. Dover says she has a whole coal mine to herself." "To roll in?" "And here am I Oh! I'll make the plunge though she's as ugly as sin, as old as, Methuselah, as stupid as an owl, ITS SOURCE IN A' SLENDER HAND . VANISHED ROM THE WINDOW. as Ill-tempered as a sick bear, and as wicked as the devil I'll have her, I say. Confound it!" he cried, putting up hlB hand to his collar again, "what can this be?" 'The "family ghost protesting," ex plained Brandon, with a delighted grin, as his eye followed a thin stream of mortar from Inside Sir Wilfred's collar to its source in a slender hand vanishing in the window. "But iuppose she won't -0 Itf . ...' U TZA t. have you? She must be a dab at re fusing by this time?" "She's a woman," returned Sir Wil fred, with a singular smile "Oh! Con found this dust!" he added, shifting his position, "it's all over the place. She should keep It in better repair. She's a woman, Arthur." "Most heiresses are, still they some times refuse." "They refuse some men. My good Brandon, want a woman, and have a woman, that's my experience. Con. found It all! the whole blessed place is coming down," he cried, jumping up under a Bhower of stone chips and dust, and turning with well-powdered hair to look up at the window, where no liv ing thing could be seen. "Let us cut this. The horses will be at the foot of the hill." Long, level rays of a setting sun were filling one of a suite of drawing-rooms opening picturesquely Into each other at Carlen house, when Rosalind entered it that evening. She looked at the western glory, looked away and went Into another, a south-facing room, where she beheld herself in a full-length mirror with the reddening radiance streaming past and touching her pearl-white satin skirts. " 'As ugly as sin, as ill-tempered as a sick bear?' Was that it, Margie?" Margery, in white lace over blue, laughed; the first guest wbb announced, and another and another. Two men, whose names did not reach the hostess, were Joined and received by Gerald Dover and led up to her. "At last. Rosalind," her cousin said, "here, at last, Is my old friend, Sir Wil fred Carr." Sir Wilfred's gaxe had vainly sought tne plain, old maldish frumn he ex doc t- ed; he was a little dazzled by the sunset ngnt from the room behind the hostess. She expressed cordial pleasure at see ing her cousin's friend, so well known to her by report. In a voice that made him look up in her face with a start. He saw a slim, graceful figure in shin ing satin draperies, with gleaming arms and fair white neck bemocklng the un usually fine pearls Bhe wore. She had kind, brown eyes, dark hair, curling low on a broad open brow, a firm mouth with little humorous dimples at the corners and a genial condescension In her manner, which was one of welcome, and yet she was like cold chills ran over him at the thought she was very line tne gin witn the broom, the old hat and the tucked-up skirts and sleeves who showed the ruins. And alas! Innocently smiling at her side In blue and white was the very pretty fair haired girl by whom he had been so hard hit an hour or two since. "Plain with such a temper frump ish not yet fifty not too poor to be popular the dragon to be fared. Good Lord! I've done it this time, and no mis take," he thought, trying to remember how much Miss Ormonde could have heard: "A nasty trick to play on a man!" For a moment, realizing that the game was lost, he was taken aback and utterly routed; but by the time Bran don had been presented to Miss Or monde and his blushing self made known to Miss Margery Staines, he was. as he expressed it, all there again, andt so cool and apparently unconscious of what had gone before as almost to per suade Rosalind, when she found her self following her guests Into dinner on this amiably-chatting person's arm, A VOICE THAT MADE HIM LOOK UP WITH A START. that he and the picturesque youth of the castle were different people. Carlen castle unlike Sir Wilfred, was blushing beautifully In the sunset on the hill in sight of the windows of the large, cool hall in which they were din ing. Mr. Brandon, who took Margery in, commented upon its beauty to her. "Isn't it a dear old owl's nest?" Rosa lind struck in. "We are very fond of our heap of ruins, are we not, Margie?" "And the ghost. I often envy you your family ghost," Margery replied. "I never had so much as a grandfather, much less a ghost." "Ah! Do you like this hot weather, Miss Ormonde?" Sir Wilfred Inquired, with tender solicitude. "Not much; it's so unbecoming. One turns brown, and that makes one as ugly as sin." "Surely not. Sunburn becomes some people," Sir Wilfred Insinuated, with great sweetness. "The sun turns me red," Margery kindly explained. "Then my head aches and I'm as stupid as an owl." "Have you some Iced seltzer?" Sir Wilfred asked a servant. "Nothing so refreshing as Iced seltzer," he unnesces Baiily Informed his hostess. "Did you ever try ginger pop, Sir Wil fred? There's nothing so cooling as ginger pop of a hot afternoon. We have it at the castle sometimes, Margie and I. Only a penny. It gratifies one's avar ice, though one Is not too poor to be pop ular." "Are you much at the castle, Miss Ormonde?" Brandon Inquired with the pleasant air of one Introducing a charm ing topic. "It depends. Sometimes Margie and I go there for luncheon, especially when things go wrong, and It's too hot, or too cold, and one feels as illtempered as as a sick bear." "Surely, Miss Ormonde, that can never be," objected the polite Sir Wil fred. "Such a soothing, tranqulllzlng place to dream and lay schemes in," continued the pitiless Rosalind. "Perhaps you know It, Mr. Brandon " "I think I have some vague memories of the place, MIbs Ormonde. How good of you to let people Bee It. I hope your kindness la never abused. No doubt 'Arrles come there often." "Oh, yes, and Reggies, and Johnnies, and all sorts. There's an "Arry season and a Reggie season. We have some queer specimens there sometimes." PART III. Sir Wllfrd, pensively smiling, as one Whosefnlnd is absorbed hv mnr etna. real objects, her descended from some summit of lofty speculation and asked for ODlnlomi on My. Trvlnar'a latent Shakesperlan Impersonation. "i can't endure Irving In your altar" 4 A-v acters as Hamlet and Romeo," Rosalind said. "They make him look like an old Methuselah." "And Miss Terry is scarcely so young as she was," Brandon politely hinted. "She must be under fifty, though, Mr. Brandon." Rosalind gently corrected, "but what Is that to a genius?" "Do you h do you like Ibaen?" asked the unfortunate Carr, addressing Margery. "I don't know, I mayn't know without asking mamma," she replied, demurely. "People's manunas don't seem to admire him much." "It Is quite possible to object to prob lem plays and Ibsenism, without being an absolute dragon of propriety," Rosa lind corroborated with severity, "and Miss Staines Is still young and tender. A shipwrecked crew might choose her for dinner, like poor little Hlllee, in the ballad." "Till I'm roused," corroborated Miss Staines; "then I can be as wicked as the devil." "Ay, and hit as hard." Sir Wilfred was heard muttering acidly to himself between his teeth, as Rosalind rather suddenly rose, and he went to open the door for the ladles. "What the deuce Is the matter with those two girls tonight?" Gerald Dover wondered to himself when they were gone; "Carr hasn't made any running as yet. I doubt If he ever will." "My dearest Margery," said the vic ar's wife on reaching the drawing room, "I am grieved to hear you allowing yourself the sad license of speech char acteristic of too many young women of the present day." "It was horrid of me, wasn't It?" she smiled back witft infantile cheerfulness and candor, "but it was only a quota tion after all." . "Not from Ibsen, I earnestly trust." "Oh, no! Not from Ibsen, dear. It didn't sound so, now, did It?" "I am happily unacquainted with these new writers, my dear, so I cannot tell." "But why?" asked nrandon of his hostess, later In the evening, "did you say you were ugly. Were you never taught that It Is wrong to tell stories?" "I beg your pardon, Mr. Brandon. I said I was plain, and so I am, both In speech and action." "We.il, but Miss Staines declared that your temper was something awful." " 'Such a temper,, she sold. She meant such a delightfully sweet tem per. But 1 can't answer for it myself. It was kind of Margie, though." They were having coffee on a terrace, whence the castle, all sliver-steeped In moonlight, and a peep of sea between the two hill slopes could be seen. Cock chafers were still droning In the almond scented clematis, a little warm breeze stirred the beech tops, yellow corn stood In aisles on a slope above the peaceful village, where little orange dots suggested homesteads, the tree shadowed lawns and trim, dreaming flowers looked magical and unreal in the silvery light. Arthur Brandon's thoughts ran into involuntary rhyme; he had never been so happy in his life, yet he wished the never before coveted burden of riches were his; still more, he wished Rosalind Ormond poor. Sir Wilfred and some other vandals were spoiling the dewey flower scents with cigars, 'Sir Wilfred wondering if he could possibly put up with the prom lsed week at Gerald Dover's seaside cot tage and continual meetings with the Carlen people, after this unlucky fiasco. "And to crown all," he reflected, "I must needs try to kiss the wrong girl. How like my luck!" But even Carr was far happier than he deserved to be the dust and stones Incommoding him in the afternoon now strewed the carpet of his dressing-room he had a sort of vague idea that the best thing would be to sit on the terrace forever and ever and watch the tiny ship sailing far and far away on the moonlit sea, and the proud castle in the myBtic light dreaming of its vanished glories, and the village nestling in the foliage by the church tower at the foot of the castled Bteep. But Brandon, the briefless, the Im pecunious, the blessed, saw more; he saw a shadowy company of plumed knights ride with far-off clang over the drawbridge, saw the moon rays glitter ing on the. steel breast-plates of men-at-arms; saw banners fluttering lightly as the gray moths on the terrace, fair ladles leaning from the battlements. Nay, fairer ladles than any of old moved In white shining raiment among the flower-scents on the terrace; their voices had the hushed charm Imparted by open air and stillness; their eyes were softer than silvery summer stars in the pale moonlit sky. Minstrels of old dared pay homage of song to lovely chatelaines but now! a minstrel In an ugly black dress suit and. hideous breast-plate of amorphous white linen! But this modern chatelaine, her pearls half muffled in a silken scarf, happened to turn Just then and meet the full gaze of the silent minstrel's eye, bo that for one brief and beautiful moment two young hearts leapt together In a bliss ful throb., Costume changes, custom alters, old castles and old codes, and even creeds stand and He in ruins; but youth and joy, love. Innocence and song are the same throughout all ages. A few days later Wilfred Carr found himself waiting with a beating heart SHE HAPPENED TO TURN JUST THEN. In the library of Carlen house, whither he had been summoned by its young mistress for a private conference. "What could she want with him?" he asked himself, as he stood by the open window and looked at the towered gate way, shadowed now with morning light behind it, and the cornfields and sea, robbed now of their moonlight glamor. He had not long to wait; the "plain woman" quickly entered, and, after a grave but genial salutation, plunged at once Into the topic in hand. "Sid Wilfred," she said, gently, "I am told that your affairs are greatly em barrassed; pray do not think me ob trusive in asking if such Is the case." . Such, he mournfully replied, certain ly was the case; It was too kind of Miss Ormonde to be Interested In the matter, but he was about to appear In the Ga zette. "Well, now,"MIss Ormonde continued, with a genuine, delightful, old-fashioned blush and an agreeable hesita tion In her speech, "It would give me ah! very great pleasure to be able and to be permitted to help you to Borne Blight extent to pay off that is to say to avoid liquidation." Sir Wilfred " turned pale;' he wa standing; he placed both hands on the top of a chair to steady himself. "Good Lord! She going to propose!" he thought, "and I shall have to have her." He said something unintelligible, but as she was not listening, and he had not the least notion of what he was saying. It was of no consequence. "Would," she faltered, with deepen ing blushes and a husky voice, "would to 7 rms "GOOD LORD! SHE'S GOINO TO PROPOSE!" THOUGHT HE. twelve thousand pounds be of any use to you?" "Wouldn't It?" he exclaimed, catch ing his breath and becoming straight as a lance In a second. "It would just trim the boat, thnt. and emptying the stables, and so on." "Then, please please," in a very sup plicating voice, handing him a slip of paper, "take it." He was silent, with quivering Hps and brimming eyes. He certainly was a handsme fellow, Rosalind thought. "But not to Monte Carlo," she added, with a little, tremulous laugh, as, with, some broken words of deprecation, ho took it. 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