Yolanda: Maid of Burgundy by Charles Major
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anticipation.
"Yes, it was a great lady, a very great lady who gave me the ring," he said most seriously. "And was I right in my other divination?" she asked, looking down and flushing slightly. "Did--did she wish to marry you? But you need not answer that question." "I will gladly answer it," returned Max, leaning forward, resting his elbow on his knees and looking at the ground between his feet. "I hoped she did. I--I longed for it." "Perhaps she possessed vast estates?" asked the girl, a slight frown gathering on her brow. "Yes, she possessed vast estates," said Max, "but I would gladly have taken her penniless save for the fact that I am very poor, and that she would suffer for the lack of luxuries she has always known." "But how could the lady have felt sure you were not seeking her for the sake of her estates?" asked Yolanda. "She could not know," answered Max. "But I sought her for her own sake and for no other reason." "What manner of person was she?" asked Yolanda. "Was she dark or light, short or tall, plain of feature or beautiful, amiable of temper or vixenish? Was she like any one you have ever seen?" |
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