A Daughter of Delilah — page 73: what you’re looking at

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64 IN THE MESHES OF THE SIREN. He smiled grimly, saying: ‘‘My God, Isabel, your equal was never born before! But Ido not wonder that men worship you. You grow handsomer every day. I shall be glad when there is an end to all this—when we can settle down in peace and safety. A taste of convict life subdues the fire in a man, and I have the nauseous flavor still in my mouth! This comes of a wasted youth; and though my love for you has been my undoing, I would willingly go through all my sufferings again rather than lose you!”’ ‘‘T believe you, Gilbert, and now I am working for you.”’ “Tam pretty certain that I have thrown the blood-hounds off the scent, and there is small danger in my coming here, for none will connect Gilbert Roseberry with Isabel Russell, the danseuse. ’’ “That is all over,’’ she said. ‘‘And my disguise is perfect,’’ he continued. ‘‘Even Lucy failed to recognize me! No, there must be no more small game. The horse trick worked pretty well while it lasted, but it was too risky all along, and landed me in Frankfort Prison for two years—less eighteen months,’’ he added, with a cheerful smile. ‘*Your plans for my es- cape, Isabel, worked like a charm, until the very last. In some way Hawkley got scent of me, and I dared not way- lay young Alston, as arranged. You are sure that you can trust him?’’ | ‘*Do ITever make a mistake where love is concerned?’’ She asked him, scornfully. ‘‘Alston would save you at the peril of his neck, if I commandéd him to do so. Still, it is perhaps better as it is.’’ ‘I half-distrusted him,’’ went on Roseberry. ‘‘T'wo comrebooks (e(o)