Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 44 of 218
A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 44: what you’re looking at
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36 A SERVANT OF SATAN. and extravagantly, like children who are intent on sipping all the sweets of the cup of life without giving a moment’s thought to the dregs at the bottom thereof, and-which they are bound to reach sooner or later. Frederick’s careless and easy-going nature had enabled him to forget in an incredibly short space of time all the tragic scenes through which he passed at Biala and Naples. He is still passionately in love with his wife, whose beauty is the talk of Paris. He has not attempted to enter society, but when the young couple drive in the “ Bois” in their well-appointed victoria, or enter a box at one of the fashion- able.theaters, they are the cynosure of all eyes. M oreover Frederick has picked up many male acquaintanance, and the choice fare and exquisite wines which are always to be ‘found at his hospitable board prove nearly as great an at- traction as the lovely eyes and matchless elegance of the mistress of the house. Rose has, outwardly at least, become a perfect femme du wonde. ‘She has picked up all the ways and mannerisms of the higher classes with a quickness that astonishes and de- lights her huband. But it is fortunate that he is unable to fathom the depths of her heart. or it is just as hard, as mercenary and corrupt as of yore, and she often involun- tarily yearns for the gutter from which her husband has raised her. Toward 9 o’clock Frederick called for his coat and hat, and, kissing his wife tenderly, exclaimed: : ‘‘Do not wait up for me, little woman, as I shall not be home from the club till about 2 o’clock.” With that he left the house and strolled down the avenue to one of the well-known cercies de jeu (gambling clubs) of the Boulevards. Luck, however, was against him for once, and shortly after 11 o’clock, having sustained heavy losses, he left the club and walked rapidly home, in a very bad temper. — : ~ comicbooks.co