When London Sleeps — page 210: what you’re looking at

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FOR DEAR LIFE’S SAKE. 205 the noble lives our ancestors led before us. How they would blush if they could look down upon you now !”? | | Haynes shrugged his shoulders. He had long ago become impervious to any feeling of shame or remorse. | | “‘Ah! they’re too busy where they are. You see, being quite in my power, you had better listen to my proposal.’ She made no reply in words, but motioned him to proceed. ‘‘What I propose is simply this,’’ he said, drawing a folded document from his pocket and laying it down upon the table beside him. ‘That you sign this paper, makin , over to me half the fortune my uncle gave you.”’ The color was slowly coming back into Queenie’s cheeks. She was beginning to recover from her first fright, and already her brain was at work, endeavor- ing to discover some way to outwit this scoundrel. “Never!’’ she cried, spiritedly. ‘‘Do you hear? Never! With this money I intend to relieve those who suffer and are in want, and I won’t rob the poor ‘to feed the vices of a libertine like you!”’ Haynes was not greatly disappointed at this rejec- tion of his proposal. He had scarcely hoped to suc- ceed at first. But he was by no means at the end of his resources. : “Then you know the consequences,’’ he said, rising. “JT do not fear them. I will go from this room, co co icbooks a}