A Fair Mystery: The Story of a CoquetteBrame, Charlotte M.
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A Fair Mystery: The Story of a Coquette
Brame, Charlotte M.
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"I do not know. Some one said she was a princess in disguise; others,
that she was of low origin, but of marvelous beauty. The whole affair
was a mystery. Some said she was English, others that she was
Florentine; in any case, it is believed that she jilted him, and he has
never been the same man since. He used to boast that no woman had ever
resisted him. I believe that he fancied he was irresistible. Perhaps he
does not like learning his lesson."
"The biter generally gets bitten," said the Honorable Charlie. "I should
not wonder if some one has avenged the wrongs of the sex upon him. He
has certainly gone to great lengths."
"Why not call a spade a spade?" said Major Maitland. "Give his follies
the right name. He has broken more hearts, ruined more homes, dragged
more fair faces through the dust, than any man of his age in England.
Serves him right, I say, if he has something to suffer in his turn."
Which was all the sympathy Lord Vivianne received when he was supposed
to have suffered at the hands of a woman.
He thought but little over what had been said about Lady Studleigh.
"Men were always making idols of some woman or other," he said to
himself. "If they choose to go mad in crowds over the handsome earl's
daughter, let them; I, for one, shall not join them."
It had been a great blow to him, the loss of Doris. That one love was
the master passion of his life. He had not intended it to be; he had
only thought of her at first as one whose beauty was well worth the
winning. Afterward, when her strange fascination, her wonderful grace,
her marvelous talent and wit had bound him fast in her chains, he gave
her the one great love of his life, none the less fierce and passionate
because he had had many love affairs.
While they were still at Florence, he had made up his mind to one of two
things, either to be true to her all his life, and spend all his life
with her, or to marry her. As his love increased, his scruples died
away; he would marry this beautiful girl, whose coldness had a charm for
him that nothing else ever possessed. His love grew fiercer as she grew
colder; he had made up his mind that she should never be parted from
him--that he would slay any one who tried to separate them.
When he found that she had left him, many long months did he spend in
searching for her. He had quite decided what to do when he did find her.
If any one had bribed her to leave him, the crime should be most dearly
avenged. He would tell her that he was willing to make her his wife, and
then he would marry her.
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