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She received a telegram announcing that Lord Hurdly had been killed in the hunting-field. Poor Bettina, with all her faults and limitations, had something of her mother's noble nature in her, and this element of her somewhat complicated individuality had been the part of her which had expanded most of late. Her first feelings, therefore, were unmingled pity and regret.

Scott and Bettina stopped, struck with this inscription carved on the stone: "Here lies Dr. Marcel Reynaud, Surgeon-Major of the Souvigny Mobiles; killed January 8, 1871, at the Battle of Villersexel. Pray for him." When they had read it, the Cure, pointing to Jean, said: "It was his father!"

The long, low building that you saw beyond the other buildings is the Campo Santo, a name given to burial places in Italy, which, as you know, is a Latin term, and means 'holy ground." "I think it is a beautiful name," said Bettina. "Yes, there is a solemn rhythm about the words that pleases the ear rather more than does our word 'cemetery," said Mr. Sumner.

What the wiles were, how unscrupulously they were employed to effect any end that he had in view, Horace was now more than ever aware. And every fresh revelation of them tended to soften him toward Bettina. He was in the habit of trusting his instincts, and these had as determinedly declared to him that his cousin was false.

Cortlin at the same moment walked away to a window, and stood there with his back turned while Bettina read the following sentences: "MY DEAR LADY HURDLY, Should this letter ever come to your eyes, you will be at that time a widow, as I have left instructions that it shall be delivered only in the event of your surviving your husband.

Also she had locked Aggie out and I was compelled to let her sleep in my room. I was almost asleep when Aggie spoke: "Did you think there was anything queer about the way that Jasper boy said good-night to Bettina?" she asked drowsily. "I didn't hear him say good-night." "That was it. He didn't. I think" she yawned "I think he kissed her."

Hardly any of these, though so entirely in keeping with the brilliant city, are in Venice to-day; we must go elsewhere, to Madrid, to Paris, Florence, Rome, Dresden, and Berlin to find them. One mythological picture only, Venus and Adonis, is in the Academy, and one portrait of a Doge, doubtfully ascribed to Titian, is in the Ducal Palace." "Then what pictures are here?" asked Bettina, as Mr.

Perhaps I can put the case more clearly so. At all events, I shall try." Bettina shook her head. "You will simply waste your time," she said. "Nothing can change me from my purpose of going at once to America, with no income but my own little inheritance, and taking up my old life there." The word inheritance had suggested to both of them the thought of her mother.

I am hoping earnestly that you will agree with me when you have heard it." "Pray sit down," said Bettina, speaking mechanically, and from the mere instinct of observance of ordinary forms. She had no sooner spoken than she remembered that it was his own house, of which she was doing the honors to him.

He tried to escape those eyes which, tender and smiling, anxious and curious, tried to meet his eyes. He trembled before the necessity of speaking to Bettina, before the necessity of listening to her. It was then that Jean took refuge with Mrs. Scott, and it was then that Mrs.

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