Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
I being twenty then, and Arthur twenty-two. There is none other of us but the Lady Edith, my cousin-she was sixteen, then-beautiful, gentle, good, the daughter of an earl, the last of her race, heiress of a great fortune and a lapsed title. My father was her guardian. I loved her and she loved me; but she was betrothed to Arthur from the cradle, and Sir Richard would not suffer the contract to be broken. Arthur loved another maid
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and bade us be of good cheer and hold fast to the hope that delay and luck together would some day give success to our several causes. Hugh loved the Lady Edith's fortune, though in truth he said it was herself he loved-but then "twas his way, alway, to say one thing and mean the other. But he lost his arts upon the girl; he could deceive my father, but none else. My father loved him best of us all, and trusted and believed him; for he was the youngest child and others hated him-these qualities being in all ages sufficient to win a parent's dearest love; and he had a smooth persuasive tongue
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