A Daughter of Delilah — page 141: what you’re looking at

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132 _ “THINK OF ISABEL!” had left home—friends—all for her sake! In afew hours he would cast riches into her lap. He kissed her until he © was intoxicated—he clung to her under the spell of her devilish witchery—the magic of her touch—the glances of her eyes. | | He drank to her beauty, the nectar prepared by her lily- white fingers, and heard with remorse of her trials for his sake. | ‘We must go away soon, Edgar,’’ she told him, half tearfully. “I believe that we are being watched—that your father has seta spy uponme. Oh, the degradation of it!’’ ‘The accursed newspaper report,’’ he thought, venge- fully. ‘‘And I dread—you cannot think how much—of dragging your dear name through the mire of scandal. You had better let me go—and—and forget me!’’ ‘*Tsabel!”’ The pathos in his tones startled her. “T would die a hundred deaths in preference! Father, home, and friends are nothing now!”’ He was bewildered by the force of his feelings—by his anxiety to rescue this woman from the trouble with which he believed that he had surrounded her—and his senses reeled with the opium-flavored wine that he had been drinking. Oh, how eagerly he looked now for the coming of St. Leonards. “I may have the money to-night,’’ he told her many times. ‘A trusted friend is busy in my behalf—a friend of yours also—Lord St. Leonards!”’ | Gomichbooks (E(0) =