When London Sleeps — page 50: what you’re looking at

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A WOMAN WITH A PAST. — 45 then? Her eyes were soft and appealing, and her red lips were tremulous with feeling. David Engleheart was struck with her beauty as he had never been before, but it made no impression upon him save one of passing admiration. His heart had passed out of his keeping forever, a another > held it in her gentle possession. ‘‘Miss Corrode.’’ “Mr. Engleheart.’? ‘There is a favor I want to ask you.” ‘‘It is granted already,’ she answered, aiich ie ‘‘Now, don’t be rash,’’ said David, with a smile. ‘’You don’t know what it may be.”’ She caught her breath, and wild, foolish fancies darted through her brain. Ordinarily she was a calm, self-collected woman of the world, but now she became as impulsive as a schoolgirl. ‘“There is no favor in the world too great for me™ to accord you,’’ she exclaimed, with a catch in her voice. David looked at her in surprise. Then he regarded this strong statement simply as a figure of speech, a species of feminine exaggeration. He had never had much to do with women and did not understand the — sex very well. Besides, in spite of the adulation he had received from the public, he was altogether too © modest a man to suspect the passion he had kindled in Hilda’s breast. | ‘Really, now, that is very kind of you,’’ he said, simply. ‘‘It’s about that lad, Sammy Blythe.”’ Hilda’s heart sank with the weight of her disap- pointment. | | comicbooks.co