The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 125: what you’re looking at

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® . - « | this night, | will leave you!” ‘ ‘* But if—” : ‘“No ‘but ifs.” I have said. it.” ‘‘ All right, Elise. I will do it; but I know Bras-de-Fer, and you do not.” ‘‘ Bah! If your Bras-de-Fer turns up, bring him to me, and we shall see if he can scare me.’ , _-*€When shall I go?” ‘“Mon Dieu! Go now, now, now!’ ‘T'ete-de-Fer opened the door. ““T will go, but—— ‘‘ How many buts you make.” | ‘*Give me akiss, then.” | “‘ Not a kiss till J have the money.’ “Au revoir, then. Ah! mon Dieu/ He here!’ | ‘“Why, yes, amt. I am here. Why not? What more f natural? - Introduce me to your sister—that sweet, pretty, loving sister, of whom you have told me so little, and I know so much.’ ‘<“Bh! mon Dieu! Who is this, then, that comes unan- nounced into people’s rooms?” There was a dangerous flash in the brown eyes. Elise guessed in a moment that the cool, easy-going in- truder was the Bras-de-ler, of whom she had heard so much. She surveyed him with an angry stare. - He gazed at her with an air in which curiosity, amuse- ment, impudence, indifference, and admiration were pro- vokingly mingled. The warm, southern blood flushed her cheeks, and the — brown eyes blazed. , Passion was quick and vehement with Elise. She had already hated the man for his power over Tete-de-Fer. Now she hated him for his cool and easy assumption of power. She would show him. “This is my apartment. Getout.” | — The round throat swelled like a cobra’s, almost, and the shapely little hand pointing to the door fairly quivered with the transport of rage: ‘<1 don’t know if I like you best so, or when you are more _ languid. Beautiful anyhow,” THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. ie 121 you do not bring me some money—five thousand francs— _ iu er EOMIIEDOOKS:cO