Some months ago, a tall, erect, blond, young man of severely military carriage and aristocratic mien, was invited to a garden party at one of the most sumptuous villas of which modern Rome can boast. There he was introduced to a slight, dark-eyed girl olive-skinned, graceful as a faun, warm with the lambent inner radiance of the Italian heart.
The tall erect young man was smitten both with love and with a consciousness of his inferiority; he was only Prince Philip of Hesse. The slight brown-eyed girl, likewise swept into love by the fatal...
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