When London Sleeps — page 201: what you’re looking at

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196 FOR DEAR LIFE’S SAKE. CHAPTER XVIII. FOR DEAR LIFE’S SAKE. The bells had just chimed the hour of midnight. It was a rarely beautiful night. Every star was at: its post and shining out its best. : Just over the trees of the garden of the villa in St. John’s Wood was a great cluster, and in their midst clearly defined against the dark sky Queenie fancied that she could read the name ‘‘David.”’ She was very happy to-night as she stood at the window of her drawing-room and gazed out at the beauty of the heavens. David had been with her all the evening, and it was arranged that they were to be married very shortly. Just this last engagement at the Indian Exhibition and then he was to abandon the profession forever. His last scruples in regard to allying himself to one so rich as Queenie had be- ~ come, had been vanquished. His love had triumphed over them. He had a little property of his own, left him by his father, who had been a highly respected country lawyer, enough to render him independent. Then, too, he felt very strongly that Queenie needed a protector. It seemed to Queenie that her troubles were all over, and that her future was as clear and cloudless as the exquisite sky above her. And yet even then, me ~ +. comicbooks.com |