A Daughter of Delilah — page 24: what you’re looking at

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A FALSE TELEGRAM, 15 ployed by loftier themes. He believed in the goodness and purity of this woman as devoutly as in the virtue of the angels. He worshiped her far beyond his own salvation, and yet, accursed fate!—he was forced to meet her in secret. He was buta useless dependent upon a father as rich as Croesus, a father who showered money upon him with a lavish hand, who was perhaps indulgent beyond reason, where his handsome son’s petty vices were con- cerned, but who could be as hard and unyielding as a rock when he chose. ‘‘Edgar,’’ he had said, ‘‘when you are sated with the follies of youth, I will unfold my views for your future. I am a rich man, the architect of my own fortunes, a mag- nate, a Ceesar, if you will, whose word is enough to thrill the whole financial world. I am a proud man—I am an ambitious man, and have dreams of a title for your sister —an alliance for yourself with some noble family. My money will buy these things. Remember, I can forgive anything but entanglements with low women Edgar thought of these words now and shivered. He had treated them lightly at the time, but to-night they rang in his ears like the knell of doom. }?? Gomicboo CS (E(0) m