Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 119: what you’re looking at

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NOW IT IS BOB, THE MAGICIAN. 111 The little hand is snatched from his grasp with a sudden vim, and at the same moment her face con- fronts him—she has hard work trying to stiffle the love that exists there, and the frown is pretty much of a failure. | All the same it 1s enough to alarm poor Bob, and almost send him into a chill. ‘“‘T refuse to bea party to a bargain—TI believed you to be the soul of honor—I—I confess I care for you too much for my peace of mind, but I will stamp it out,’’ she says, with a fierceness that is assumed to cover up her weakness, for she is on the verge of crying. ‘No, no, you must not—you shall not. You have confessed that you love me—by that token I claim you as my own—I will allow nothing to come be- tween—you belong to me,’’ he exclaims, aroused at last. “But you have not—not—been honorable. You have entered into a conspiracy with Monsieur ——’’ “T beg to differ with you—he thinks I have, but I am against him. I will prove it to you. At the same time, as I loved you, I could not resist the tempta- tion to accept the situation, as it seemed to push my suit. I understand he had some reason, some power which he held above your head, and that you would consent to a wedding to-night.’’ She gives a little gasp. ‘Ves, I agreed to that—if you knew all you would not blame me; but I rebelled at last, when I thought you must have conspired with him. Since you say you are not his ally a GCOMIIGcdooks =D (CO) i =