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My cousin Anna Martinozzi is destined for the Prince de Conti, my sisters Olympia and Marianne he also hopes to marry to princes of the blood, whilst I dare wager that he has thoughts of seating either Maria or Hortensia upon the throne of France as the wife of Louis XIV., as soon as his Majesty shall have reached a marriageable age.
This disappointment, instead of allaying, served to sharpen the resentment of the Venetian: he had found means to attach to his interest the father of Hortensia, and, by various arguments, to inspire him with a resolution to become the murderer of his own daughter.
Poor Hortensia, whose one desire was to hide her face from the town's uncharitable sight just then, fearing, indeed, that Rumor's unscrupulous tongue would be as busy about her reputation as her ladyship had represented, attempted to assert herself by refusing to obey the command. It was in vain.
"That, ma'am," answered Mr. Caryll very gravely, "I wait to learn from my brother here." For a spell there was utter silence in that spacious, pillared chamber. Mr. Caryll and her ladyship had both resumed their chairs: the former spuriously calm; the latter making no attempt to conceal her agitation. Hortensia leant forward, an eager spectator, watching the three actors in this tragicomedy.
"Beautiful stories are not often easy to live," smiled the young nurse; "but let's see which of us can live the best one." "Polly will!" cried Maggie O'Donnell and Otto Kriloff together. The Election of Polly The convalescent ward was finishing its noonday feast when Miss Hortensia Price appeared. Miss Hortensia Price was straight and tall, with somber black eyes and thin, serious lips.
He advanced until he was close beside her, and stood leaning an elbow on the corner of the spinet, a long and not ungraceful figure, with the black curls of his full-bottomed wig falling about his swarthy, big-featured face. "I have but my farewells to make, Hortensia," said he. "I am leaving Stretton House, to-day, at last."
"Ay and in nothing so human as in my love for you, Hortensia." She put her hands to her face. "Give me patience!" she prayed. "The insult of it after what has passed! Let me go, sir; open that door, and let me go." He stood regarding her a moment, with lowering brows. Then he turned, and went slowly to the door.
He turned away at last, and was leaving the graveyard, when some one touched him on the arm. It was a timid touch. He turned sharply, and found himself looking into the sweet face of Hortensia Winthrop, wondering how came she there. She wore a long, dark cloak and hood, but her veil was turned back. A chair was waiting not fifty paces from them along the churchyard wall.
"To love you quite so suddenly?" he inquired, and misquoted: "'Whoever loved at all, that loved not at first sight? Hortensia!" "You have not the right to my name, sir." "Yet I offer you the right to mine," he answered, with humble reproach. "You shall be punished," she promised him, and in high dudgeon left him. "Punished? Oh, cruel! Can you then be "'Unsoft to him who's smooth to thee?
Green with a fresh leer, that contained this time something ironic. "I nothing doubt it! But by your leave, I'll pursue my quest without your assistance." Mr. Caryll continued, nevertheless, to advance towards him, Mistress Hortensia remaining in the background, a quiet spectator, betraying nothing of the anxieties by which she was being racked. "Ye're mighty curt this morning, Mr.
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