A Daughter of Delilah — page 133: what you’re looking at

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124 “THINK OF ISABEL!” He pretended the utmost anxiety, though he had not left Mr. Jabez Alston more than half an hour, from whom he had heard the story in detail. _ T am out in the cold,’’ Edgar replied. ‘‘Never! bah Jove!”’ “Yes, The governor put on his tantalizing sneer, and after a wordy war, politely requested me to go until I came to my senses!”’ ‘‘And he would do nothing?”’ ‘‘Absolutely nothing. I defied him, relying upon your assistance, and he can go to the devil if he chooses,’’ srowled Alston. ‘‘He has a notion that I shall go whining back in a few days like a whipped cur. By Heaven, he is mistaken !”’ ‘What did he say of Miss Russell?’’? asked St. Leonards. ‘‘What didn’t he say! By Heaven, sir, he called her a harlot! a wanton! a scheming adventuress, anda painted Jezebel! I can never forgive him—never! He shall beg Isabel’s pardon on his knees!’ ‘He shall!’ chimed in the peer, frowning. ‘‘I take this almost as a personal matter. But, then, youare his only son, and it is hard to have his cherished schemes thwarted. We must be charitable! Put yourself in his place. Depend upon it that it is pure affection that prompts him to act in this way.”’ Edgar looked at him sharply. He thought that he de- tected a little sarcasm in his lordship’s tones, but the pale eray eyes were beaming benignly. ‘I will make it the business of my life,’’ he eran: ‘‘to bring you together—to heal up this breach. Family dissensions are the worst of troubles, ’’ Eomicbooks (Elo)