She is
unusually well educated, speaks three languages, knows that somehow
North and South America are not exactly the same as the Northern and
Southern States, has heard of Virgil and the Crusades, can play a waltz
well, and possesses a very sweet little voice. She is undoubtedly
pretty. Brown, on the whole, as to colouring--brown skin, liquid brown
eyes, dark brown hair--a nose not regular but attractive, a mouth not
small but expressive, eyebrows not finely pencilled, neither arched nor
straight, but laid on as it were like the shadows in a clever charcoal
drawing, with the finger, broad, effective, well turned, carelessly set
in the right place by a hand that never makes mistakes.
It is the intention of the Marchesa di Mola to marry her daughter to the
very noble and out-at-elbows Count of San Miniato before the summer is
out. It is also the intention of the Count to marry Beatrice. It is
Beatrice's intention to do nothing rashly, but to take as much time as
she can get for making up her mind, and then to do exactly as she
pleases. She perfectly appreciates her own position and knows that she
can either marry a rich man of second-rate family, or a poor man of good
blood, a younger son or a half ruined gentleman at large like San
Miniato, and she hesitates.
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