Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 157: what you’re looking at

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148 A GOLDEN FUTURE PREDICTED. ‘But you will not desert us? You placed yourself in my hands. Iam responsible——’’ She laughed provokingly in his face. ‘‘Would you in my place?’’ she demanded, pertly. ‘‘ You see, Fabbricotti, Iam unlike you, I don’t do favors out of pure friendship. And as for the responsibility, pray rest assured, I am quite capable of taking care of myself.”’ The Italian grew pale. “But me, I brought you over here, and I cannot permit— J——’’ he stammered, in his ill-concealed rage. ‘‘It would be infamous, treacherous, mademoiselle!’’ ‘‘Perhaps. But we must shift for ourselves in this world, where we are thrown on our own resources,’’ she rejoined. ‘You understand me, eh? You'll get along all right, though, never fear; your honesty will carry you through, ”’ she concluded, mockingly. The remainder of the walk toward the carriage was taken in desp silence. Fabbricotti went with bowed head. He was perplexed— at his wits’ end, while she was as placid as though she had not a care on earth. Neither paid the slightest attention to Madame Philippe, who still kept considerately in the back- eround. The coachman straightened up on his box and grasped his whip more firmly as they approached. As Miss Delmar was about to step into the carriage the Italian, with an indescribable gesture, said, in a surly voice: ‘‘One minute, Miss Delmar, if you please; I will not de- tain you longer.’”’ ‘You wish to speak to me?”’ she asked, turning around. ‘‘Walk a little longer with me,’’ he pleaded. Gomichbooks-com