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knowledge that I will guard you from any misfortune WEE ny .; 5 PRY iy tH Se! 5 Rae - ‘ a . P » 4 oad . a . Rte, N py « ‘= pe ee A “8g a “9 ” Pe = ~ 4 WAS x, ; ’ Se gon is ae : he 4 : , les ae ; + : Ext; . : ~ be ® La ‘ . a ws “ 3 — . a * 66 A SERVANT OF SATAN. “Look here, Florence, you must not give way like this! You only hurt yourself and pain me. You know how doubly precious your life is to me now. Do not doubt me! Believe me, Iam acting for the best. You shall be my wife long before many days are passed and long before there is any danger of discovery. You are nervous and low- spirited, and exaggerate the difficulties of our situation. I adore you! That ought to satisfy you, together with the and trouble. Cheer up, darling! Better times are com- ing. Have patience but a little longer.” As he said this they both gave a sudden start of terror. Behind them in the thicket they heard the noise of a broken twig and the rustle of a dress. Florence, in an ~ agony of fright, tore herself from his embrace and dis- appeared in the direction of her father’s bungalow, exclaim- — ing as she rushed off: ‘God help us! Weare discovered!” Frederick, turning toward the tangled bushes whence the sound had proceeded, found himself face to face with the widow. The latter presented a truly awful appearance as she ad- vanced toward him. Her black eyes were distended with fury, and her face, from which the vail had fallen, was dis- torted by a cruel and mocking smile. | *<Is that the way you keep your troth to me, you miser- able scoundrel?” screamed she, clutching hold of Frederick’s arm. ‘‘Is that my reward for the love of which I have given you somany proofs? Isthatthe return for the bounty I have heaped upon you—for all my lavish generosity?” — ‘<Silence!”’ exclaimed Frederick, “‘ and cease to taunt me about your gifts and presents. ‘They have been purchased dearly enough in all conscience. I have never given you the right to control my actions. Although I may be a comicbooks.com