Then she looked at him and smiled, and then for an instant her heart misgave her and she sighed. She knew that she had gained her purpose, and she knew that she liked him better than any other man; but she was a femme d’esprit, and she knew also that although he would one day be a duke, he never would be her equal. And, like all clever women who marry future dukes for love, she could but sigh slightly.

[7] This story was received by THE CENTURY shortly before the death of the author, which occurred February 4, 1913.

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ST. ELIZABETH OF HUNGARY. BY FRANCISCO ZURBARÁN

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