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Also by Amelia Grey
The Rogues’ Dynasty
A Duke to Die For
An Earl to Enchant
A Gentleman Never Tells
A Gentleman Says “I Do”
The Rogue Steals a Bride
Never a Bride
A Dash of Scandal
A Little Mischief
A Hint of Seduction
A Taste of Temptation
Dear Readers,
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
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Seventeen
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Twenty
Back Cover
To my husband, Floyd, who is an unending source of
encouragement by helping me in ways he never suspects.
One
I am confident you will agree with these wise words from Lord
Chesterfield: “At all events, a man had better talk too much to
women, than too little.”
When a year had passed they met once more in the cloister
ruins, amid the sleeping fragrance of the wild flowers. As careless
children they roamed in the age-old garden, thrilled with the thought
of Love set free. The afternoon had faded far; the sun touched only
the capitals of the low Doric columns, where ivy and honeysuckle
cleaved and iridescent sun-birds dipped into flowery cups. The
gentlest wind that ever tried its wings stole in by the clefts of grey
wall and made the tiny white bells of the vale lilies tremble. Bees
murmured over the tufts of fragrant thyme.
Once they wandered a little apart, she to cull the blooms of a
strawberry plant, he to pluck white and pink and gold from the many
grasses for the garland that she said she would make; and they
called to one another over the bushes in sheer transport of joy. They
came upon a bud of eglantine, called by them rosa salvatica, but for
their garland they did not take it, because it was a symbol of love
unfulfilled.
A while and they left the bright aspect of the cloister to enter the
gloom of the chapel, he carrying the big cluster of blossoms.
Suddenly she turned and looked back, and with a little cry ran to
regain the hat she had tossed on a grassy bank; and the trifle was
enough to set their laughter pealing again.
They moved to the window near the square of blank wall where
Arvida’s portrait had been. For a space they stood there, while the
west caught first the faint hue of rose, then flamed in ruby fire. His
kiss was fresh upon her lips, and in their eyes the ardour of a
passion no longer to be conquered. From a far-off hamlet, where a
steeple rose out of the haze, the Angelus came to them; they
watched the toilers bow their heads in reverence and plod their way
homeward. The broad landscape lay in the mysterious hush of
folding night, but they took no thought for time or circumstance. They
seated themselves on a low stone bench of the pattern that
mediæval builders were wont to carry around the interior walls of
churches. He joined the ends of the garland to fashion a chaplet,
and, placing it on her massing tresses, crowned her his queen
forever.
The End.
“Myrtle Reed has certainly an
instinct for the exquisite phrase,
delicate touch for an allegory, a
capacity for using words
somewhat after the fashion of
notes in music, to weave together
into a melody.”
Milwaukee Sentinel.
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
New York London
An exceptionally good
book
By Baroness Orczy
Author of “The Scarlet
Pimpernel” etc.
Baroness Orczy needs no
introduction to lovers of good
fiction. The scene of her new story
is Hungary—the hero a handsome
young peasant who, having
inherited a fortune from his thrifty
father, is enabled to save a
Hungarian nobleman from losing
all his lands, and in return
receives the hand of the lord’s
daughter whom he has long
worshipped from afar.
Immediately after the wedding the
peasant bridegroom discovers
that his wife despises him and has
merely allowed herself to be sold
as payment of her father’s debt.
How he tries to overcome this
feeling and what effect his
generous and big-hearted nature
finally has upon her must be left
for the reader to find out for
himself. Like The Scarlet
Pimpernel, the present story is of
intense dramatic interest and
shows great emotional strength.
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
New York London
“Signor Fogazzaro is at the
present moment undoubtedly the
greatest of Italian novelists. His
nobility of feeling, his wide
sympathy, his kindliness and
breezy humor entitle him to a high
place among writers of fiction.”
Villari’s “Italian Life in Town and
Country.”
The Saint
(IL SANTO)
By ANTONIO
FOGAZZARO
While The Saint concerns itself
with the present-day religious
questions and political problems
of Italy, the author has not allowed
the purpose of his story to
overweigh and impair its dramatic
quality. The story is most
interesting as a description of
Italian life both high and low. It is
being read by thousands in Italy
who care little or nothing about
the religious problem and who find
themselves literally entranced by
its strong human interest.
Authorized Translation by M.
Agnetti Pritchard
With an Introduction by William
Roscoe Thayer
Crown 8vo. $1.50
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
New York London
“A romance to stir the pulse.”—N.
Y. Telegram.
No. 101
By
Wymond Carey
Author of “Monsieur Martin,”
etc.
A stirring story of adventure
during the war of the Austrian
Succession. No. 101 was the
cipher used as a signature by a
daring spy through whose agency
the English were supplied with
exact and unerring information
concerning the French plans.
“It abounds in strong incident
and sharp and abundant
anfractuosities of plot. If the
reader does not like it he is a
realist and we pity him.”—N. Y.
Sun.
“We speak enthusiastically of
this romance. It possesses
originality—very great originality—
in plot and character drawing. The
women are so well drawn that the
reader will fall in love with them—
Yvonne of the Spotless Ankles in
particular.”—Baltimore Sun.
“An exciting story, full of action,
mystery, love, and passion, and
the glitter of a fascinating court.”
Chicago Inter-Ocean.
Illustrated by Wal Paget. Crown
octavo, $1.50
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
New York London
Footnote:
[A] The Lord’s Supper.
Transcriber’s Notes:
On page 22, silk-milk has been changed to silk-
mill.
On page 104, spinister has been changed to
spinster.
On page 122, tesselated has been changed to
tessellated.
On page 138, where-ever has been changed to
wherever.
On pages 164 and 166, Tarsus has been
changed to Tarsis.
On page 209, silk makers has been changed to
silk-makers.
On page 249, eying has been changed to eyeing.
On page 256, Uhlich has been changed to Ulrich.
On page 294, Bardioni has been changed to
Barbiondi.
All other spelling and hyphenation has been
retained as typeset.
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