A Daughter of Delilah — page 194: what you’re looking at

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NO. 33 HAWTHORNE AVENUE, RIDGEWAY, N. J. 185 I came to ask such a creature to release my silly son—I came to purchase his release. ”’ Isabel opened her eyes in well-simulated wonderment: then she said, haughtily: ‘I would not accept one penny of your money, Mr. Alston. I would enter no family that refused to honor me!’’ : ‘But you are not the creature I expected to see,’? he in- terrupted, hastily. “‘You are too good—a million times too good for my hot-headed, capricious boy.’’ Her face was averted, and he thought that he saw tears trembling on her eyelids. ‘“Have I insulted her?”’’ he thought. ‘‘Great Heaven, I would rather root out my tongue!’’ ‘‘Miss Russell!’’ he cried, ‘‘pardon me, I beg.’’ He was beside her, and had seized one of her hands. The very touch was like an electric thrill. ‘*Miss Russell!’’ She turned her lovely eyes to his, and they were swim- ming in tears. ‘‘T was hurt a little,’’ she whispered. ‘‘Oh, Mr. Alston, it seems horrible that you should have thought me capable | of being so dreadful a woman! Now if you will sit beside me, I will make a confession that may surprise you.”’ The financier. obeyed, his brain in‘a whirl, a delightful thrill at his heart. For a minute he strove to conquer the mad delirium, then he regretted with exceeding bitterness that the days © of his youth were past, and he felt that he almost hated Edgar for being young and handsome. ‘““You may hold my hand if you like,’’ Isabel said, softly. “S Eomieboo