The Mission of Poubalov — page 188: what you’re looking at

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184 AT ONE O'CLOCK A, M. erately cause me the most cruel grief? Is that consist With all your confessed craft, you have a certain half- spectable consistency, for you confess to me at least, I base you are. Will you, then, love and torture me, too?” ” The spy became deathly pale for an instant, and 1 ier ” answered: 4 ‘‘We shall see. I have made my confession, and nothing now shall swerve me from accomplishing my purpose) in my own way.”’ , “Ts there such a thing as love of fair play in you?” asked Clara, her emotions now quelled and every instinet alive once more to fencing with her adversary. sa **I suppose not, except in an argument. Even then it might not seem to be fair play to the party who foun¢ himself overmatched.,’’ + “In your arguments with me you do not treat me with the ordinary fairness of admitting me to a comr ground with you. You withhold facts without which cannot argue as well as I might.”’ i ‘‘That, Miss Hilman, is because our contest is over a rea issue, not over an abstraction.”’ o. ‘‘T don’t wonder that poor Litizki regarded you as r fiend!’’ , ‘Therein you manifest yourself a woman. You longf invective, but your refinement cannot teach you how to use epithets effectively.’ a ‘‘This is the end of talking,’’ said Clara, moving a ‘*T will not detain you.’’ Poubalov promptly bowed ceremoniously, bade good-evening, and left the house. Paul slipped out after him, and tried his ae playing ‘‘shadow.”’ Clara was greatly disturbed by her interview with F balov, athough it had added nothing to her knowledge of the circumstances with which she was blindly battlin She felt like retiring at once, for she was exhausted, bi there was a fresh call upon her strength within a few minutes of the spy’s departure. This time *hiatLerm