A Daughter of Delilah — page 143: what you’re looking at

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134 “THINK OF ISABEL!” rheumatism. You can do so still. For the woman I pro- fessed to love I——”’ ‘‘Give me a pen!’’ interrupted Alston, fiercely. ‘‘I care for nothing!”’ He hastily scrawled ‘‘Jabez Alston & Co.,’’ at the foot of the notes, and saw them quietly pocketed by St. Leon- ards. | ‘“Now you must not be impatient,’’ hesaid. ‘‘Itmay take me a day or two to negotiate these things, but I will do it!”’ A significant glance passed between him and the siren, and he whispered: ‘“We quit at nine o’clock to-morrow morning. Impera- tive! I have all prepared. ’’ He went away, and Alston sank onto a divan by the side of Isabel. He caressed her in a maudlin fashion, and with gentle fingers she pressed more wine upon him. His last vision of her was that of a beautiful, smiling devil! Then he sank into a deep slumber and dreamed blissful dreams. | It was long past midnight when he came to his senses, and the enchantress was lying half asleep in a cushioned chair. ‘‘Edgar,’’ she whispered, ‘‘it is time that you left me. People will talk.’’ ‘‘One last kiss! Heavens! how my brain reels! The ex- citement is too much for me. It is marvelous how you bear up through it all. To-morrow, sweetest, another time of such bliss as this!’’ He fondled her until she was tired, and as she gently pushed him away, he saw a spot of blood on her snowy white arm, EOmMmIicbooks