The Title Market by Emily Post
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didn't think, when I left home that I was going to be talking this way
to princesses. I never dreamed they were like you; and you talk beautiful English, too." With a warm impulse the princess laid her left hand over the cotton-gloved one in her right. "Ah, but I was an American myself," she said, "and it does me good to see a country-woman." They parted. Again the guide made a deep reverence to "Her Excellency," but to Nina the look in his eyes seemed both sly and suspicious. In the meantime, the pony-cart carrying the prince and his brother was jogging slowly up the hills from the station. Don Giovanni Sansevero--by his own title the Marchese di Valdo--was still on the hither side of thirty, but if a reputation for being "irresistible to women" goes for anything, he must by this time have had some experience in their ways. At all events, his appearance so tallied with hearsay that, whether founded upon fact or not, the reputation remained. He was supple and beautifully built, his bones were small and finely jointed, his features chiseled with classic regularity--later on his lips might grow coarse, but as yet they were merely full. The chief characteristic of his expression was its mobility, but it was the mobility of an actor who knows every emotion that the muscles of a face can command. Sansevero's face, also changeable as an April day, was the spontaneous expression of unconscious mood. Giovanni was of a type to |
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