A Daughter of Delilah — page 69: what you’re looking at

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60 THE TEMPTRESS AT WORK. not dragged me from the profession I hated? Have you not surrounded me with every luxury?’’ She pressed her lips to his fevered brow, and he caught her in a mad embrace. ‘It must be settled soon—one way or the other,’’ he said. ‘‘This suspense will kill me. I care not for father’s wishes—I care for nothing——”’ ‘“‘Hush, darling! You must not berash. I could never marry a poorman! Oh! I hate poverty—I hate it because I know that love and poverty never agree!”’ | She clasped her hands together pathetically, and Alston stepped to the window to hide the passionate feelings that were raging in his mind. He cursed the father that stood between him and the possession of this peerless siren. ‘‘TIsabel,’’ he said, presently, ‘you may be right, but I hardly know how I can keep the burning fires within me under control. I must think—I must think! My father is worth thirty millions. At least half of that will be mine.’’ Her eyes blazed, while her soft bosom heaved tumult- uously. ‘Thirty millions!’ she whispered, huskily. ‘‘A part of | it is yours by right! It would be no sin to take your share!’’ | She shot a hungry glance at him; then cried, raptur- ously: : “Oh, Edgar, there will be a lovely moon to-night, the sky is clear, and. the air fresh and crisp! You must take me for a drive. Remember how very good I have been while you have been away! Promise, darling.”’ ‘IT would promise anything!’’ he replied. 7 ‘Then be here at six o’clock! Now run away, there’s a Eomichooks. Go