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164 It was one of those faces which win their way through the eye to the heart all the world over—so frank, and so full of youth. The rich auburn hair hung down in long curls, as if natural beauty were indeed a sign of gentle blood, and fully displayed the white and broad Saxon brow; the complexion was fair, with a high colour; and the clear hazel eyes ware full of eagerness, hope, and mirth. It was a style of face, with its light yet rich colours, to which the young Italians were not accustomed. Both were equally charmed, but the same feeling made them hesitate. Neither wondered in their hearts that the gay and brilliant noble had obtained the preference over the wan and gloomy student; for they only pictured Arden as he stood before them—they forgot that he had ever been young.

He read their thoughts, and, taking the picture, gazed upon it mournfully; then added, "He is almost as handsome still!"

Guido, by way of diverting the embarrassment which seemed to infect them all, began to unfasten the packet of letters. A faint yet sweet perfume exhaled from the folds, and some withered rose and violet leaves fell upon the table; shape and colour had long passed away, but a mournful