Marion Marlowe's Triumph, or, In Spite of Her Enemies — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Beds ee my Ic . ca ugh : “woul” said Hugh Dean, oN Yor uc bea dangerous woman to vith, Vera.” iol : ee ga hothine but her black rinously. ‘She was a woman es mec dium height, and with the rave n hair r that spoke of Span- ee *, 1 ba 1 poured | some beer from nm ner, and in a very few mo- they” ee espatinne and drinking, but th thout the usual hilarity: that had accompa- ; these re pasts. a. ee n thing | had banenet to take them all lc en d depressed, and after a few es ) a Nelson let out the secret. ys thought Ed Gordon was daft!” aid, sp ais : “but to think of his say- wh at he ead to-night—that not one of us 1 co! pare with the “beautiful Miss Mar- oy i’. oul _ 99 “ - 3" sa , foot to say it, as if he thought : ugh Dean, laughing. “I wouldn't he ch ne ces on such a remark fora hun- beer Vera, too,” went on Nona, “Why, it was a poet insult, Pa resent if; 1 tell you.” = “Yo Ou a let me alone; I'll get square with him,” hissed Vera. “It isn’t the only grudge | hav Y i Spadher bie, and yet, you little simple- ton e: you say tl that I love him.” ee really and ‘truly believe you do,” the soubrette, staring straight at her; ry rou Sp 4? / said “only 9 have a queer way of showing YE your “sweetheart offends you, ‘ab firs, or something. ; ) we Te : y' pur I * * y ve > iad ” Villette smiled grimly, but it lit up Se ac thederelly She had dazzling et or HR a — her lips were as red fc 3 ae ° s - 7 vk ESE IO _ . 7 ™ — . . : as cher- = “ * er MY QUEEN. _ were flashing. is what you mean,” Fs “We do not take kindly to neglect or in- difference in our lovers,’’ she said, dryly; “but we don’t always confine ourselves to punishing them. Sometimes we wreak our vengeange on the object of our hatred.” Her guests both looked at her in aatonislis ment now. She was showing them a fresh side of her deep, stbtle nature. “You wouldn’t hurt her-—that girl upstairs, would you?” whispered Nona. “Why, she’s only a child, and from the country at that! Take a man of your size,’ urged Hugh Dean, soberly. “Why, I'd as soon wrong a baby as that pretty Miss Mar- lowe!” “What! Have you, too, fallen atvictim to her charms?” sneered Vera, quickly. Nona Nelson said nothing, but her eyes There was a red flush'on each cheek, but poor Dean did not notice it. “T think she’s as pretty as a picture, if that said Hugh, recklessly ; ‘and, what’s better still, she’s as good as she is pretty.” 4 ; Vera Villette and Nona Nelson exchanged glances as he finished, but Dean had risen to go and once more he did not notice them. “Don't get jealous, girls,” he said, with a mocking iaugh. “Vou are a pair of daisies, all right, all right, but there is only one woman like Marion Marlowe!” “The brute,’ room. ‘ muttered Nona, as he left the “He and Ed Gordon are traitors,” was Villette’s answer. “Are we going to submit to this sort of thing, Nona?” “What @an we do?” asked the soubrette, helplessly. “The girl has bewitched them, but how can we. punish her?” 3 “TM tell you,” muttered the Spanish girl, coming close to her side; “I have a plan in my head that will square us, Nona.” CS} (EO) ¥. COMICOO©