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But I have come across certain things which, to my mind, need elucidation before it is possible to pronounce definitely on Ronald's guilt or innocence. To take them consecutively, let me repeat that I cannot reconcile Ronald's excitable conduct at the Durrington hotel with his supposed actions at the inn.
We pass on to the effect produced upon Maurice by his sojourn in Ronald's transatlantic home. Many a pang did the youthful Frenchman endure as he noted the thorough and genial understanding which seemed to exist between the southern youth and his father. Maurice was amazed by Mr.
Anybody can sing, feel, live, the first, which is but a youthful dream, after all; but the other has in it the proved fidelity of the years. The first song belongs to me, I know, and it is all I am fit for now; but I want to grow toward and deserve the second." "You are right; but while Love's Young Dream is yours and Ronald's, dear, take all the joy that it holds for you.
"You think it would bore you?" asked Fletcher. "No," she said, flushing slightly; "I think I should like it." "Well done!" he said, with quiet approval. "You are such a hermit, Mrs. Denvers, that it will be quite a novelty for us both." She met his eyes for an instant, assailed by a sudden memory of Lord Ronald's vague remarks concerning him.
Ronald's mother opened wide her large heart and her loving arms to take in the motherless youth thrown by an apparent accident within her sphere. Mrs.
Miss Charteris slept calmly, too, but her dreams were different from Ronald's. She thought of the time when she would be mistress of that fair domain, and the wife of its brave young lord. She loved him well. No one had ever pleased her as he had no one would ever charm her again. Valentine had made the grand mistake of her life. The morrow so eagerly looked for was a fair, bright day.
"May I inquire your name?" "I am called Ronald Morton." "You say you are called so. Will it appear impertinent if I ask if you believe that you have the right to bear another?" said the priest. "Why do you put the question?" was Ronald's very natural demand. "You said that you were called Morton.
Dora did not like the change; she felt lonely and lost where Ronald was so popular and so much at home. Among those who eagerly sought Ronald's society was the pretty coquette, the Countess Rosali, an English lady who had married the Count Rosali, a Florentine noble of great wealth. No one in Florence was half so popular as the fair countess.
When Valentine asked her to drive next morning to the little villa on the banks of the Arno, she at first half declined. "I promised to be Ronald's friend years ago," said Valentine, calmly; "and now, mamma, you must allow me to keep my word. We must visit his wife, and pay her every attention. To refuse would imply a doubt of me, and that I could not endure."
When Miss Charteris read the letter she knew that all effort to restore peace would for a time be in vain. She heard the day following that the clever young artist, Mr. Earle, had left. Countess Rosali loudly lamented Ronald's departure. It was so strange, she said; the dark-eyed little wife and her children had gone home to England, and the husband, after selling off his home, had gone with Mr.
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