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ven place to a reality and earnestness of purpose which rendered eloquent his every gesture and look. He was exquisitely dressed in silk, embroidered with flowers. The priceless lace at his wrists and throat accommodated itself, with a delicate fulness, to the soft outline of his dress and figure. His expression was full of kindliness and protection, but of kindliness delicate and refined. The girl's eyes were fascinated in spite of herself. "Have you quarrelled with the Maestro, Tina?" said the Prince. "He seemed in a marvellous hurry to be gone." Faustina made two or three ineffectual attempts to speak before she could find her voice. She burst into tears. "He is cruel! cruel!" she said. "He does not love me. He will not have me any longer. He throws me away." "Poor child!" said the Prince, "you will not be deserted. I am your friend; we are all your friends. The Maestro even will come back to you. He is cross and angry. When he finds how lost he is without you and your lovely voice, he will come back to you; you and he will carry all before you again." "Speak to him, Highness!" cried the girl passionately. "You are kind and good to all--kinder than any one to me. Speak to him! do not let him go without me! He cannot live without his music, and no one surely can know his music so well as I, whom he has taught!" She looked so indescribably attractive in her tears and her distress that the Prince wondered at the sight. "Let her go, indeed!" "Tina," he said very kindly, "I fear that can hardly be. The Maestro is only going for a time. There is, in fact, no need that he should go at all. It is his own wish, his own wish, Tina. He is too old to make his way among strangers, and will soon come back. But you we cannot spare. You are too much a favourite with us all. We are too much accustomed to you: every one would miss you--the Princess and all; you must stay with us." "I cannot stay," said the girl, looking earnestly and beseechingly at the Prince. "I want to go with him." The Prince hesitated for a moment. In an instantaneous flash of thought the two paths lay open before him, plain and clear to be seen. Carricchio's warning struck him again with renewed force. The more terrible presage of Mark's death cast itself, ghostlike, before his steps. He could plead no excuse of self-deception: he saw the beauty and the danger of the way which lay before him on either hand. He hesitated for a moment, then he
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