Dora Thorne by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Monica) Brame
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are that his fate would have been different; but invitations
began to pour in upon him and Dora, and Ronald, half tired of his solitude, although he never suspected it, accepted them eagerly. 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. Among the dark, glowing beauties of sunny Italy she was like a bright sunbeam. Her fair, piquant face was charming from its delicate bright coloring and gay smiles; her hair, of the rare color painted by the old masters, yet so seldom seen, was of pure golden hue, looking always as though the sun shone upon it. Countess Rosali, there was no denying the fact, certainly did enjoy a little flirtation. Her grave, serious husband knew it, and looked on quite calmly. To his grave mind the pretty countess resembled a butterfly far more than a rational being. He knew that, though she might laugh and talk to others, though she might seek admiration and enjoy delicate flattery, yet in her heart she was true as steel. She loved bright colors, and everything else that was gay and brilliant. She had gathered the roses; perhaps some one else had her share of thorns. The fair, dainty lady had a great desire to see Mr. Thorne. She had seen one of his pictures at the house of one of her friends |
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