The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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The seats and couches were of stuffed and figured velvet from the
manufactories of the queen of the Adriatic, Venice. The scarcely less soft and pliant carpet was of eastern ingenuity, and no richer served the Turkish Sultan himself. Two opposite sides of the apartment were ornamented each with a mirror of extensive size. About their richly gilded frames was wound, in graceful festoons, the finest Mechlin lace as a screen for the eye. On one side of the room stood an American piano, and beside it a harp of surpassing richness. Here Carlton and Florinda were seated at this time in all the confidence and enjoyment of acknowledged love. "Carlton, I told thee that fortune would smile upon thee; thou rememberest that I told thee." "It has indeed, and I am blessed." And thus saying, he pressed the delicate, jewelled hand that he held affectionately to his lips, while his eyes beamed with love. "You have promised me that you will visit my native land with me after our marriage, dear Florinda." "O, nothing will delight me more than to see the American Republic; the cities and towns of the New World, its people and customs. O, how I have ever wished to travel! Only to think, Carlton, I have scarcely been out of Italy! I once made a trip with uncle across the sea to Malaga and back, touching at the islands; that was years gone by. Since then I have been at times to Milan, Genoa, Leghorn and |
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