Rafael Sabatini

Rafael Sabatini

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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Fortune's Fool — Chapter VI. (1923)

Etheredge laughed. "To be callow despite the years is to bear the mark of greatness. Whom the gods love are callow always; for whom the gods love die young, whatever be their age."
"You aim at paradox, I suppose. God help me!"
"No paradox at all. Whom the gods love never grow old," Etheredge explained himself. "They never come to suffer as do you from jaded appetites."
"You may be right," his grace admitted gloomily. "Prescribe me a tonic."
"That is what I was doing: Sylvia Farquharson, at the Duke's House."
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Fortune's Fool — Chapter VI. (1923)

On his side, the Duke, already captivated by her grace and beauty upon the stage, found himself lost in admiration now that at close quarters he beheld her slim loveliness. For lovely she was, and the blush which his scrutiny had drawn to her cheeks, heightening that loveliness, almost disposed him to believe Etheredge's incredible assertion of her virtue. Shyness may be counterfeited and the simpers of unsophistication are easily assumed
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Fortune's Fool — Chapter VI. (1923)

But how rarely does he get his deserts!"
"Surely you, Bucks, have little reason to complain," gibed Etheredge. "In my case, now, it is entirely different."
"It is, George—entirely," his grace agreed, resenting the interruption. "You are the rarity. You have always found better than you deserved. I have never found it until this moment." And his eyes upon Miss Farquharson gave point to his meaning.
When at length they left her, her sense of exaltation was all gone. She could not have told you why, but the Duke of Buckingham's approval uplifted her no longer.
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