A Daughter of Delilah — page 150: what you’re looking at

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“THE NOTES WERE MADE BY ME!” 141 scended to this, and for the sake of that accursed woman! Why should I not discard him? Oh, God! to think that my name—the honor of my house should be in his keep- ing !”’ He sat down, and for a little while gazed steadily at the window that overlooked the busy street below. Five—ten minutes elapsed; then there was a languid step in the outer office, and the well-known voice of St. Leonards was asking for Alston. The millionaire stepped quickly to the door and opened it. ‘‘Good-morning, my lord,’’ he said. ‘‘Come in—come in!’ , ‘‘Ah—how d’ye do, Alston?’’ St. Leonards replied. ‘‘Bah Jove, you are not well,’’ he added, in sudden’ alarm. “Tam quite well,’’ with a hollow laugh. “Only a trifle upset. ’’ ‘‘Ah, yes—of course. JI understand,’’ his lordship said, sadly. ‘‘I have done my best for the boy, but I am afraid | that he will marry her. I helped him to cash your notes— he told me that you had washed your hands of him, and that was his portion of your wealth. With the proceeds he is willing to go abroad and take Isabel Russell with him; but if I judge her character aright she will hardly be satisfied with a few thousands from the son of New York’s greatest millionaire!”’ A sickly smile overspread the financier’s gray face, as he whispered: “Tt was kind of you to back those notes, St. Leonards.”’ ‘Yes, I'did it so that he would get their full commercial value. I took them to a fellow who is a few degrees better Gomicboo cS (Eo)