The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 106: what you’re looking at

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An ™ ae) “ af” £ 2 : v eo kS ; ~ a An eS RoR YrAAs THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. | ann iN CHAPTER XXXI. EVERYBODY HAPPY. The wedding of the beautiful Grace Howard to the hand- some and wealthy Marquis d’Ibberi was a great event in the upper circles of New York society. The maidens of New York may have envied Grace, and | surely the bachelors must have envied any man the posses- gion of such a woman as Grace Howard. The fashionable world studied the dress of the bride, and * talked of her wedding gifts; commented on the bearing of ° the groom, and praised his magnificent presents to his eepride. Grace and her husband looked only into each other’e _ eyes, and were happy. They made a short wedding journey, and then returned ~ to the city, where they intended to stay a few months before going to the home of the marquis in France. Hiverybody was happy. ‘ Grace seemed to be floating in an atmosphere of joy. She © looked so distractingly sweet-and matronly, her husband — told her that he would some day shock the world by hug- — ging her in public. ‘¢ And I wouldn’t be to blame, Grace,’’ he said. ‘“* You _ grow more lovely every day, and whenever I look at you I want to take you in my arms to assure myseli that you really belong tome. If you don’t look less bewitching, I shall certainly kiss you on the street, or anywhere,” <T’ll look older and more dignified, then.” Grace looked as demure as a Quakeress, and Clinton pounced upon her and covered her face with kisses. “Why,” she exclaimed, laughing merrily; ‘‘itonly makes — you worse when I try to do better.” Yes, Grace was happy. She showed it in every word, look, and act. The happiness showed in the joyous light in her eyes; in the dimples that Pier about her merry, laughing lips; in 1 GOMIGE ale OKS C O nm