When London Sleeps — page 97: what you’re looking at

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92 TEMPTER AND TEMPTED. man who could help her, could Ever her back the sole thing that might save her. “Stay! You shall not go yet! You shall hear all I have to say, or I’ll leave the mark of this whip - upon your cowardly face!”’ She had been exercising Margery that afternoon, and still held her riding-whip in her hand. Haynes saw that she meant what she said. He had no desire to have his handsome face marred by a lash of the whip. ‘To temporize was now the best policy. — ‘“That’s rather theatrical, but awfully convine- ing,’’ he said, with a short laugh, yielding to the inevitable, and flinging himself down upon one of the benches which was close behind him. ‘‘Fire away !”? i Then Hilda, woman-like, having won her first ad- vantage, determined to make a clean breast of it all. She had some faint idea that by doing so she might gain her point, although if she had stopped to think, taking into consideration the nature of the man before her, she would have seen how impossible of realization any such hope could be. She did not stop to think, however, but rushed — headlong upon her fate. ‘*Since I have had this engagement, a love—a love pure and womanly—has crept into my heart, a love that makes me shudder with burning shame at the weak passion that made me your victim. He is far _ beyond my feach as the Star of the Air, as they call him, but my hopeless worship has softened my heart, ~comicbooks.co