The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 148: what you’re looking at

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144 2 «=——i“‘i«*«S PEE AMERICAN MARQUIS “Yes. If he discovers it, he can only kill me. What | day is this?” 4 ** Wednesday.” a ‘‘Thursday morning until noon he is never here. He goes out of the city. Come to-morrow morning at eleven. ee ‘Let me come at ten.” : “Tf you hke.” «¢ At nine?” ‘Ten will do. Hush!” G The door was thrown open, and Clinton Hastings walked in. CHAPTER XLII. IN THE SIREN’S TOILS. He looked quickly from one to the other; then harshly demanded of her: ‘“‘ How long has he been here?” «Five minutes.” She shrank back, as if expecting a blow. Clinton turned sharply to Alphonse. ‘‘ Dear brother, admire and criticise this picture,” Pointing to a landscape on an easel. ; “Tt is that dear old Chateau d’Iberri.” Alphonse bit his lip, and turned to look at it. ‘* Mademoiselle, go home.” | Yes, monsieur,” was the meek answer. y Alphonse turned to look at her; but Clinton adroitly ‘ screened her, and went on in his mocking way: «The dear old Chateau! What happy memories it re- i calls, does it not, dear brother?” | «T have brought your money.” ‘<'That is a good brother,” ‘‘ Will you leave me in peace now?” ‘‘In peace, dear brother? Can you ask?” “Yes, I can and do ask. If you are going to persecute me and bleed me as you have done, I might as well let your go to D’lberri at once.’ ‘« And how sad that would be!” ‘< Mock meif you will, but I tell you, you have done your. worst already. I refuse ‘to give you anything more.” y Alphonse was trying Clinton. * a Ree ree Com Lee oksscom |