The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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Florence of possessing unbounded wealth-actually unequalled in
amount by that of any European monarch. Until the prospect of aiding you by this amplitude of fortune occurred to my mind, I saw no value in this boasted wealth; but now that I know that you will be benefited by it, Carlton, I rejoice at its possession and its magnitude." "Dearest," said the artist, as he listened to her generous declaration. "There will be no want, no question of necessity; all shall be yours." "In your love and kindness of heart, you do not consider these things as does the world, Florinda. The greater the amount of thy riches, the farther art thou removed from me; thus reasoneth the world-the cold and calculating world." "Nay, Carlton, thou art again foreboding," said the lady in the sweet, honeyed tongue of her land. "All will yet be as our hearts could wish, I am confident." "Love sees with blind eyes, dearest." "I know the proverb; but each case is a peculiar one, and this-is not this more so than any other?" "So thy gentle heart would make it," he answered tenderly. "And will not yours assent?" |
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