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Updated: May 23, 2025
Her boat came in this morning and she has never been away from home before. Mr. Elder, the Signorina Santonini." "Welcome to the city, Signorina," said the young man, with a quick, bright smile, stooping to gaze under the huge, white hat. He had odd eyes, not large, but vivid hazel, with yellow lights in them. "How do you like New York? What do you think of America?
It was quite advanced, this allowing them to be so alone, but the Contessa Santonini was an American and, moreover, the wedding was not far off. One can be indulgent when the settlements are signed. So only Maria Angelina and her book were stationed for propriety, and, wanting another book, she had gone to the shelves and through the north door, ajar, caught the words that held her intent.
He repeated the word aloud. "You do not recall?" said Maria Angelina chokingly. "Though indeed, there is no reason why you should. It was but for a moment " She glanced up to see recognition leap amazedly into his face. "The little Signorina! The Blairs' little Signorina!" "Maria Angelina Santonini," she told him soberly. "Yes, that is I." "Why of course I remember," he insisted.
Very different would be Lucia's wedding party in the Palazzo Santonini, on that marvelous old service that Pietro polished but three times a year, with every morsel of refreshment arranged and calculated beforehand.
It was Barry's turn to question. "A really truly palace? And is your father a really truly prince?" "Nothing so great! He is a count but of a very old family, the Santonini," Maria Angelina explained with becoming pride. "And is your mother of a very old " "My mother is American the cousin of Mrs. Blair.
Its low cut neck left her throat bare and about her throat hung the string of white coral that her father had given her in parting white coral, with a pale, pale pink suffusing it. "Like a young girl's dreams," Santonini had said. "Snowy white with a blush stealing over them."
The rejected pile of clothing had disappeared from her side, but the fringed moccasins were left, and very humbly she drew them on. Her stockings were not those in which a Santonini desires to be discovered! Uncertainly she moved towards the door, her stiffly dried white skirt rattling at each move.
Barry Elder looked startled at that earnest little whisper and his eyes met hers unguarded a full minute, then a whimsical smile touched his lips to softness. "I'm afraid you have a tender heart, Maria Angelina Santonini," he said. "You want all the world to have nice wholesome cake, beautifully frosted don't you?" Her gravity refused his banter. "Not all the world.
And then she fell asleep and dreamed that Barry Elder was advancing to her across the long drawing-room of the Palazzo Santonini and as she turned to receive him Lucia stepped between, saying, "He is for me, instead of Paolo Tosti," and behold! Lucia's eyes were as blue as the sea and Lucia's hair was as golden as amber and her face was the face of the girl in the restaurant.
Maria Angelina was in the corner room of the Palazzo Santonini, a dim and beautiful old library with faded furnishings whose west arch of doorway looked into the pretentious reception room where the fiancés were amusing themselves with their music and their whisperings.
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