The Craze of Christina — page 136: what you’re looking at

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132 The Craze of Christina. ently, but there was such a blaze of fury in his eyes, and such a suggestive course of action in his clenched and uplifted fist, that the terrified Docker grew yellow with fear, and turned and fied out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him. Then the master of the house, as he dropped back into his chair, let his fist fall heavily down upon the table with a clatter that set all the glasses and spoons and forks dancing, and groaned aloud. ‘‘What a miserable man I am!’ he cried aloud. ‘‘I love this girl desperately, seriously —I want to make her my wife if I can win her, — and yet—and yet! how am I to reduce myself to beggary! or how am I to hope for success when, if I tell her of my love I must at the same time tell her that I am to be denuded of the wealth and the position which she above all other women would adorn so admirably!’ But after a sleepless night Clifford conceived towards morning a new and a most brilliant idea. It was not the best thing he could think of certainly, for the best would have been to marry Chris right out of hand in a week’s time; but that apparently was impossible, for if he were to be no longer master of Esselton he sadly feared that she would have nothing more Gcomichb (0\(0) KS (E(0