When London Sleeps — page 89: what you’re looking at

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84 A SHOWER OF GOLD. his projects, he would have exercised all his best fas- Cinations to win her. | But all this he did not know. He was thinking only of the new heiress, whose money he had fre- solved, by fair means or foul, should be his. ‘‘All that must be changed, Queenie,’’ he said, with a mixture of authority and appeal. ‘‘We will take you to a life where your beauty and riches will make you a queen. A life of fashion, pleasure, excitement——’? , Queenie waved her hand to stop him. ‘“And love?’’ sheasked. ‘‘For that is what lleave behind me.’’ ‘Turning her back upon those who had brought her this great good news, she stretched out her arms to those who had been her friends from childhood. ‘‘At least you,’’ she continued, with quivering voice and eyes brimming over with tears, “you, ny dear father, mother, and sister, you will come with me and share all the bright and wonderful things this great fortune is te buy.’? | Mrs. Jones was sobbing quietly to herself. She had cared for Queenie as if she had been her own child, and now she saw a great gulf opening between them. Not even the day when she had ridden bare- backed before the Prince of Wales was any consola- tion to her now. Even Jonesio was choking with emotion, but he managed to gasp out: “Speak, Carrie! I can’t. You know what we would say.” “Yes, I know,’’ said Carrie, understanding and — obeying her father’s insinuation, which was in ac- comicbooks.co