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TWO WOMEN AND A MAN. 135 this life of gilded vice had become thoroughly dis- - tasteful to her. She had longed for domestic peace and she had at- tained—Zhzs. ‘‘Has she arrived yet?’ she repeated. ‘No, not yet,’’? answered Haynes. ‘‘But it’s all tight, She’s started.”’ ‘‘T pray she may come soon, lest my resolution should fail.’ ‘‘Don’t be a fool!’ said Haynes, sharply. ‘*Virtu- ous airs don’t become you.’’ Hilda’s nostrils quivered and her black eyes flashed. She might be his slave, but she hated him and was not afraid of him. ‘Always a sneer for a word of sdad an honest thought,’’ she said, with bitter contempt, contempt for him, contempt for herself. ‘*‘But I tell you that a very few years ago I was as innocent as. the girl we are luring here to-night, and the thought of what I was hel and am now racks my heart with re- morse.” A ‘Bosh!’ retorted Haynes, with a gesture of impa- tience. ‘‘In the morning she will become my wife. ”? ‘Then let her pray for death, for her life will be a hell!’ Haynes flushed angrily, but he kept his temper. This woinau was useful to him. After her work was done, he would recall those words, and then she could starve for all he cared. His promises? With sucha inan as Rodney Haynes, promises went for nothing. cGomicbooks co