The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 110: what you’re looking at

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406 THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. She looked so tempting, with her rosebud lips drawn up as if in perplexity, her head held a little on one side, and her eyes half vailed by the drooping lids, that her hus- band exclaimed: 2a. 3 ** ll fix the punishment and inflict it now.” She did not object to the punishment, seemingly, for when her lips were free, she saucily said: “© Have you only one mode of punishment?” Clinton turned hastily away, and looking out of the - window, ‘answered, hoarsely: <¢ Wifty.” She laughed merrily. : “Then it is agreed. Oneyear of probation. When shall we start? Iam ready now.” ‘‘T must finish my business here first. Then off we go, eh?” } ‘“Off we go. And see who tires first.” The Marquis d’Iberri was never very precise about the de- tails of his business affairs, and never told anybody where he transacted them. | et It is true that nobody asked any questions, for the only person who had the right to ask was Grace, and she seemed to care only that Honore was with her again when he had been away. | It was an odd way to go about selling and buying prop-. erty, andif he had not said it was what he was engaged in, no person who had taken the trouble to follow him would have believed it was what he was doing. When he had taken leave of Grace with as much affection as if he had not expected to see her again for a twelve-month, the marquis would walk down town some distance, turn into an unfrequented side-street, walk along it to another street, and so on, turning and turning until he stood in front of a quiet-looking house. | Now, if anybody were following him, in spite of his great care to be unobserved, and should come up and look him in the face, that person would be chagrined to discover that it was not the marquis at all, but another person. The man who would stand a moment in front of the house and then enter it would be a brown-bearded young fellow, not unlike the Clinton Hastings who once painted pictures in Morlaix, in Upper Britanny. Call him Clinton Hastings. Eomicbooks.com >