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The Princess Aline by Richard Harding Davis
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"Well, really," expostulated Miss Morris, you certainly woo in
a royal way. "Are you in the habit of giving away your
pictures to any one whose photograph you happen to like? That
seems to me to be giving new lamps for old to a degree. I
must see if I haven't some of my sister's photographs in my
trunk. She is considered very beautiful."

"Well, you wait until you see this particular portrait,
and--you will understand it better," said Carlton.

The steamer reached Southampton early in the afternoon, and
Carlton secured a special compartment on the express to London
for Mrs. Downs and her niece and himself, with one adjoining
for their maid and Nolan. It was a beautiful day, and Carlton
sat with his eyes fixed upon the passing fields and villages,
exclaiming with pleasure from time to time at the white roads
and the feathery trees and hedges, and the red roofs of the
inns and square towers of the village churches.

"Hedges are better than barbed-wire fences, aren't they?" he
said. "You see that girl picking wild flowers from one of
them? She looks just as though she were posing for a picture
for an illustrated paper. She couldn't pick flowers from a
barbed-wire fence, could she? And there would probably be a
tramp along the road somewhere to frighten her; and see--the
chap in knickerbockers farther down the road leaning on the
stile. I am sure he is waiting for her; and here comes a
coach," he ran on. "Don't the red wheels look well against
the hedges? It's a pretty little country, England, isn't
it?--like a private park or a model village. I am glad to get
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