. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. me and accept me before I will takewhat he offers. Gilbert Austin winced. As you please, Diena, he replied; butI consider it an engagement all the same. This has gone entirely too far, Valerie said to herself that even-ing ; I must get back to Father and Mother as quickly as possible,and she took the early train the next morning, leaving a note for herwould-be lover. When he opened it she was well upon her way. Itsaid only: Diena thanks the well-born gentleman for his kindness,and will think of what he has said. She goes to enter service in Inns-bruck, so tha
. Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol. me and accept me before I will takewhat he offers. Gilbert Austin winced. As you please, Diena, he replied; butI consider it an engagement all the same. This has gone entirely too far, Valerie said to herself that even-ing ; I must get back to Father and Mother as quickly as possible,and she took the early train the next morning, leaving a note for herwould-be lover. When he opened it she was well upon her way. Itsaid only: Diena thanks the well-born gentleman for his kindness,and will think of what he has said. She goes to enter service in Inns-bruck, so that he will see her soon again. He will, will he ? ejaculated Gilbert Austin ; but she does notgive the name of her employers. Does the child wish me to go therounds of every house in Innsbruck, asking to see all the Dienstmad-chen ?• I suppose I shall come upon her some day scrubbing downthe front steps of one of the houses. And then lie thought of hisfather. The old gentleman will make no end of a row. How shallI ever tell him ?. CHAPTER VIII. IN THE TYROL. —THE COUNCIL OF TRENT. —STARTLING NEWS. t^OROTHY was heart-sick and weary. She compre-hended at once that the count had repented himselfof his infatuation. Mrs. Irving, who was very indig-nant with the recalcitrant lover, could not keep his secret, but told Dorothy everything- ? and the mrl-su^i^^^mi^L .ill i • • i understood now that it had been on his side a mere matter of money, and that she had not enough to purchase the was no regret for the count mingled with her mortification,only a burning self-contempt that she had for a moment thought sucha barter possible. I deserve the humiliation, she said to herselfbitterly, I am beneath all scorn. She longed with a feverish anxietyto leave Italy. It seemed to her a land of seductive pleasure, enervat-ing to body and soul. She felt the need of stern, wild scenery, andof companionship with poor and simple people, to restore her moraltone. She said nothing o
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