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Rosabella trelances, and a modest blush overspread her face and bosoth hed Rosabella, in the saerly, then sank at her feet,

and in a tone of the ive it

to me!"

Rosabella held the flower fast

"Ask for it what thou wilt If a throne can purchase it, I will pay

that price, or perish Rosabella, give me that flower!"

She stole one look at the handsome suppliant and dared not hazard a

second

"My repose, lory, all depend on

the possession of that little flower Let that be mine, and here I

solemnly renounce all else which the world calls precious"