So, when the English swells, of which there were many at
Monte Carlo, flocked around her, attracted by her fresh young beauty and
the girlish simplicity of her manners, she readily encouraged them; not
because she cared particularly for their admiration, but because she
meant to use them for her own purpose, and make them subservient to her
interests.
CHAPTER III.
AT MONTE CARLO.
Reader, have you ever been to Monte Carlo, that loveliest spot in all
the world, where nature and art have done so much; where the summer
rains fall so softly, and the winter sun shines so brightly, and where
the blue of the autumnal sky is only equaled by the blue of the
Mediterranean sea, whose waves kiss the beautiful shore and cool the
perfumed air? If you have been there you do not need a description of
the place, or of the mass of human beings, who daily press up the hill
from the station, or, swarming from those grand hotels, hurry toward one
common center, the tall Casino, whose gilded domes can he seen from
afar, and whose interior, though, so beautiful to look upon, is, as Miss
Betsey McPherson would express it, the very gate of hell.
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