Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 75 of 218
A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 75: what you’re looking at
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A SERVANT OF SATAN. 67 mere boy compared to you, yet I am old enough .o take care of myself. “Ts that it, then? SolIam too old for you! You dare to let me see that all your pretenses of love were only due to your greed for my wealth! The widow is good enough to ~ furnish you with money and to help you to pay your numer- ous debts! But you require something younger, lovelier, and more attractive than I am, to satisfy your passions.” Frederick muttered a terrible oath. ‘*‘T wonder,” she continued, ‘‘what your friend Col. Fitzpatrick will say when I inform him how you have be- trayed his hospitality and dishonored his daughter. As - there is a heaven above us, I swear to take such a revenge, both on you and upon your light-o’-love, that you will live to curse the day on which you were born.” Frederick, exasperated beyond all expression, shook her hand roughly off his arm, saying as he did so: | ‘‘Do anything you please, but be silent now!. You have said more than enough! [have done forever with your- self, your money, and the very questionable charmsof your acquaintance! Good-evening.” Turning his back on her, he was about to effect his re- treat when the frantic woman bounded toward him and clutched him by his coat with such violence that he nearly lost his balance. | ‘Thief, coward, traitor! You shall not leave me thus!” hissed the widow through her clenched teeth. Almost blind with rage, Frederick caught her by both arms and pushed her from him with such brutality that she fell backward, striking her head as she did so on the jagged edge of a broken marble column. The young man at- tempted to raise her from the ground, but she lay back life- less on the sreensward. Trembling with fear, Frederick put his hand to her heart. It had ceased to beat. For the second time within ~ ~* . ao : yee : ’ 4 » kien ; . , ore fox a z , -— « ’ sD >. re ——- nt fr . ve . it Fe ‘en ee sg has no} La” a, ae ’ — aid re! St he on” « Sea’ te > Bt ee eis Sy NP rey Oe el, Wig ae, Se ape UT, ee SA. UG hb NS enn we comicboo “S (ele) =|