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It was his money that backed the enterprise, and it was common property, undenied by him or anyone else, that the chief object in the speculation was the love of the prima donna, Carmenita Malban. And, Bob, she was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. The story was that she was a countess or something of the sort.
Then she rose and looked at Manuel. "It is too hot," she said, in a low voice not like her own. "I must go. The sun. I have a pain in my head. Come." He had not lifted his eyes once to her. It was as if she had not lived as if she had been Isabella or Carmenita and he did not give her a thought. No, he had not once looked up. The next day he was gone.
May I inquire the name of that person?" "You know very well, Lord Saxondale," said Ugo, now taking the lead. He stood boldly, defiantly before the Englishman. "Carmenita Malban is dead, your excellency," said Bob, coolly. "I do not know what you are talking about, sir," grated the prince. "Dorothy Garrison is here, held against her will, and I, her affianced husband, command you to surrender her."
How, then, could she understand the conflict that waged with herself as the battlefield? As for Quentin, he was bound by no law or duty to respect the position of Prince Ravorelli. He was convinced that the sometime Romeo had the stain of blood on his delicate hands and that in his heart he concealed the secret of Carmenita Malban's death. In his mind, there was no mistake.
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