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Title: Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Champney, Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Williams), 1850-1922
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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fe as it comes to us without this eternal self-torture about our duty to others ? The lake was lighted up with colored lanterns swaying in thenumerous boats, as they were rowed homeward. The count satbeside Dorothy, a little apart from the others, and drew her operacloak carefully about her with lover-like attention. As she leanedback on the cushioned seats of the row-boat she listened to therhythmic pulse of the oars, which seemed to keep time to the softtinkle of mandolins from other boats, and to the swell of the stringedinstruments at the palazzo where the dancers were still dancing.The evening breeze wafted the perfume of jasmine from the IsolaBella, and the lights of Pallanza glittered across the lake. It was aglorious night, the sky a deep entrancing blue, and the moon purestsilver, dancing in reflection in the waves. A tenor voice in a neigh-boring boat sang one of Vittorellos serenades : — Guarda che bianca lunaGuarda che notte azzuraUn auro non susurraNon tremolo uno stel.
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LAGO MAGGIORE. 89 If just then the count had whispered, I will give you a palaceand an earthly paradise like this if you will be my countess, Dorothywould have closed the bargain, even though she knew that she did notcare a penny for the count; that there was more of manliness in oneof John Hartleys little fingers than in all the Counts world-weariedand soiled soul; and that in her heart of hearts she loved honest Johnand always would love him, whatever might befall. What of that ? she would have said to herself. John does notlove me, and it does not come in the range of every girls possibilitiesto be a countess. I want to achieve something extraordinary; this iscertainly my opportunity. And she would have bartered heart andsoul for this glittering bauble. But her time of trial had not come.Sometimes our Heavenly Father, seeing how miserably unfit we areto sustain temptation, shapes circumstances over which we have nocontrol, — accidents they seem to us, — which stop us in careers

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