The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 183: what you’re looking at

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He laughed. Tete-de-Fer feared all that jealousy ead suggest. «<Te]l me,” he shouted, ‘‘ tell me why she moved.” “Ho, ho! Does Tete-de-Fer use that tone to me?” ‘‘Tt is your doing, devil, that she has left me. It was for this you sent me from Paris.” Tete-de-Fer, with his blood on. fire, flang down ae gar- dener’s tools and was rushing away. ““Stop, am.” Furious as he was, he could not overcome the spell of that imperious tone. He stopped. «To you command me to tell you why she moved, or do you humbly beg me to tell your” “‘T beg it.” «« Are you sorry for using that tone to me?” “‘Tam-sorry.” “Ah! this is more like my gentle Tete-de-Fer!” Tete-de-Fer was furiously gnawing his mustache. “Well, listen, then, and I will tell you—only | you must be calm. Will you be calm?” **Mon Dieu! Donot torture me.” ‘¢ But will you be calm?” alee Oc age He looked like a raging wild beast. ‘‘ Do you remember that handsome young French Amer- ican whom you got the money from in ABH CA tates man of the secret, masked marriage: pe “Yes, yes.” ‘‘He was very handsome, was he not?” Bras-de-Fer spoke meditatively. Tete-de-Fer fairly danced. ‘* Will you tell me, wretch, about Elise?” “Tut, tut! my good Robert; ; you must not call names.” “Oh! Grand Dieu! But you are driving me crany, and I do not know what I say.” ‘* You are very sorry, then, for calling me a wreben ae ‘“‘Tam, lam. But tell me—tell me!” AS Well, that handsome young man saw the sratty Elise. You would be delighted to see what a lovely couple they make on the Boulevard. People turn round and say ‘‘Fiend! fiend! fiend!’’ howled Tete-de- Fer, striding fu- riously away. ; EOMIGDOOKS.CO / THE AMERICAN MARQUIS ‘a Beer een