A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 92: what you’re looking at

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> em. «84 A SERVANT OF SATAN. make yourself out to be. Here, let me drink your health again. ‘That will be much moreto the purpose!” Rose laughed a harsh, unlovely laugh, and seizing hold of her glass clinked it against her husband’s and tossed the liquer down her throat with a ‘‘cranerie” which showed that she was not afraid of a stiff drink! _ ‘What a peculiar taste this chartreuse has,” she said, as she threw herself back in her chair. Frederick laughed rather uneasily. ) “You swallowed it too quickly. It is a pity, for it is good stuff, and | prefer taking mine more quietly,” con- tinued he, raising his own glass to his lips. ‘| feel awfully jolly to-night,” exclaimed Rose, jumping ~ up from her chair again and beginning to restlessly pace the floor. ‘*‘We ought to go out. . Why don’t you take me to some theater? Oh! it’s too late for that! Let us go to my boudoir and have some music; it will remind us of past , times.” Peso She left the room, beckoning him to follow. He did so, but as soon as she rose from the table he quietly pocketed the glass from which she had been drinking. He found Rose in the act of opening all the windows in her boudoir. She was unusually flushed, and he noticed that the pupils of her bright blue eyes were greatly contracted. ‘This gave her so strange and wild a look that he started back as she turned toward him. : ‘« How oppressively hot it is to-night, Frederick!” said she, In a muffled voice, and breathing heavily. ‘“Why, no; itis not warmer than usual. You must have been drinking too much, Rose. Compose yourself. Come here and lie down on the sofa, while I play you some of your favorite melodies.” Saying this, he sat down at the piano and began to play at random, watching her intently all the time as she flitted — about the room. At the end of a few minutes she flung ‘ € comicbooks.com