The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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"I will, excellenza." It was many minutes before the Grand Duke recovered from the surprise occasioned by the appearance of Carlton, and the confusion consequent upon the sudden illness of his ward; but at length he put the question inquiringly: "Americano?" "Si, excellenza." "And this is the work of thy hands?" "It is, excellenza." "It is a most masterly piece, by our lady," said the duke, looking first upon the painting and then at Carlton, as if half in doubt as to the truth of the young American's assertion. "Your excellenza is pleased to honor me," said Carlton, with a respectful inclination of the head. "If the piece be thine, it is well merited," continued the duke. "It shall be proved to thy satisfaction, excellenza." Carlton thanked in his heart the long auburn hair that covered in part his burning cheeks, while he thus stood before that gallant assembly of the elite of the court of Florence. |
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