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it, and more than once had to make an effort to keep back her tears.
The lights of hundreds of wax candles played upon her red-gold hair, and deepened the deep red shadows in her brocaded gown. A great solitaire diamond flashed in a thousand changing hues at her throat, and the star of some Russian order lay upon the faded lace of her stomacher.
The palace was a blaze of light, the atmosphere sweet with the perfume of flowers, the soft, winning harmonies of lute and zither came from an unseen orchestra.
Philip and his friends were among the first arrivals. In his wildest dreams the young artist had not yet realized the impressiveness of his gracious model's beauty. On this dreamy night in Venice, in his eyes she looked like the divine impersonation of the city itself. There was an added touch, it seemed to him, a deeper, richer tone in her wavy red-gold hair; there was an unaccustomed flush upon her usually pale cheeks ; her violet eyes reflected back the blazing lights around her. She seemed taller in his estimation, and moved about with the dignity of Juno and the inviting grace of Venus. He saw no one else, heard no other voice than hers. He left the side of Dolly abruptly to greet her, then in the same fashion returned ; felt himself under a spell he could not break.
The countess noticed his confusion, and thought of her betrothed of the ghetto. Philip, in her excited state of mind, seemed for the moment as a recompense sent- to her by Fate. But she shook herself free of the thought as quickly as it came, and tried to place herself in the position of his fiancee. The next moment it occurred to her that Philip did not love the English girl, that she herself swayed his heart. The great object of her life accomplished with the death of Petronovitch, it crept into her mind to reflect again how bitter her lot had been, how little of love, how much of misery ; and as a fascinating temptation, the sug-
