When London Sleeps — page 98: what you’re looking at

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TEMPTER AND TEMPTED, 93 purified my soul, and made me yearn for a_ higher, nobler life!’ she paused, trembling from head to foot. Haynes looked at her curiously. He thought he knew women, but he was beginning to make up his -mind he did not. ‘This wasan extraordinary confes- sion, and one of which he could not see the drift. ‘*Dear me!’’ he drawled. ‘‘How interesting! And what’s the new flame like? Any resemblance to my handsome self ?’? Hilda made a gesture which was anything but flattering. “To you ?”? she exclaimed, with a curl of her lip. ‘“Why, he is as the lion, you as the jackal !”’ ‘“Thanks,’’ laughed Haynes, not in the least affected by this uncomplimentary comparison. He no longer loved the woman who made it, and there- fore did not care. ‘‘Pity you did not have the same exalted opinion of my attractions a few years ago, isn’t it? ‘See what a lot of trouble it would have saved! Well,’’ rising, “‘I congratulate you. Bless you, my children! May you be happy.’’ ‘Oh, I tell you he is not for me,’ rejoined Hilda, desperately. ‘‘But,’’ clinging still to the one hope she saw before her, ‘‘I would take my child, and, in some distant country, have a fresh start and earn a name that my little one need not blush to own.”’ Haynes lit another cigarette. He had not been paying much attention to her and her woes, but he was beginning to wonder if there was not some way in which he could make her of use. ‘There was no comicbooks (d (ele)