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They passed through a long suite of magnificent
apartments, up the broad marble staircase, through long
corridors, until they reached the picture gallery, one of the
finest in England. Nearly every great master was represented
there. Murillo, Guido, Raphael, Claude Lorraine, Salvator Rosa,
Correggio, and Tintoretto. The lords of Earlescourt had all
loved pictures, and each of them ad added to the treasures of
that wonderful gallery.
One portion of the gallery was set aside for the portraits of the
family. Grim old warriors and fair ladies hung side by side;
faces of marvelous beauty, bearing the signs of noble descent,
shone out clearly from their gilded frames.
"Look, Ronald," Lord Earle said, laying one hand upon his
shoulder, "you stand before your ancestors now. Yours is a grand
old race. England knows and honors it. Look at these pictured
faces of the wives our fathers chose. There is Lady Sybella
Earle; when one of Cromwell's soldiers drew his dagger to slay
her husband, the truest friend King Charles ever had, she flung
herself before him, and received the blow in his stead.


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