The Craze of Christina — page 240: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

236 The Craze of Christina. ‘*Yes, I daresay I should be considered a very fast, forward, unmaidenly girl in your dear, old-fashioned, conventional England, but as a matter of fact, | have been taking a few pre- liminary steps during the last ten days, and I have seen Mr. Smith just now—a special license is in his possession—it only remains for you to go and settle everything with him this evening; so now, decide: which do you love best, your money or me?”’ There was a long moment of silence—Clif- ford’s heart beat almost audibly—twice he opened his lips, and twice he remained speech- less. At last words came to him breathlessly, tumultuously: “‘Have your own way! Queen, siren, sor- ceress—Whatever you are—you have conquered me! I have no will but yours, no desire on earth—save for you!”’ Then in the gathering darkness he took her passionately in his arms and swore that he loved her better than health or wealth or life itself! The temptation had been too subtle and too overwhelming, and Chris triumphed all along the line. He had surrendered at discretion completely and entirely, and when he left her it was to hurry off to the hotel of the English Comichooksinco