Stella Rosevelt — page 118: what you’re looking at

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+s FILTHY LUCRE. lithe; a splendidly shaped head, with masses of waving brown hair; clear, truthful, brown eyes, full of fire and intelligence; a full, rather low brow, a straight nose, and a smiling but de- cided mouth, with brilliant, even teeth. It was not much wonder that the ‘‘girls were wild” over such a man as this, and he a ord, with a rent-roll of sixty thousand a year. Josephine herself, at nineteen, was a magnificent-looking girl, at least when she was good-natured and animated. She was a clear, brilliant brunette, with eyes as black as night, a wealth of midnight hair, a fine form, and clearly cut, rather delicate features; and all this, added to a faultless taste in matters of dress, went far toward making her the chief attrac- tion wherever she went. My Lord of Carrolton seemed no less pleased with her than she with him, and spent a goodly portion of the evening by her side after making her acquaintance, much to the chagrin and indignation of other anxious, blooming maidens and _ fond, managing mammas. ‘‘Have you ever visited Europe?” the young peer asked his companion, as he led her to a seat at the conclusion of a quadrille. ‘“Never, my lord, but I think we shall persuade papa to take us upon a European trip by another year. Mamma has some distant relatives, I believe, somewhere in England,” Josephine replied. ‘*F trust you will be as well pleased with my country and countrymen as lam with America and Americans,” Lord Carrol remarked, gallantly, with an inclination or nis grand head, and bestowing a look of admiration upon his companion. _ Josephine flushed with pleasure. His glance, his gesture, his ards all plainly indicated that he did not consider her the least attraction in America or among Americans. ‘“Thank you, in the name of my native land,” she mia: =) (Ee) 5 3 Eomicbooks =}