The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 157: what you’re looking at

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stie v2 \ : ca? “Ey ' : ’ a : « : the man ae did it! And I am to love him forit. JI am - to love him—-do you hear, love him? Ha, ha! vou suffer, do you? You cannot speak, you cannot laugh any more!” She went up close to him, and shook her little fist in his face with the air of a fury. ‘Shall I put a paragraph in the papers for this dear brother to read, eh?” Clinton made one supre ne effort to rise, and then fell back stiff. ‘“Now come,” said Elise, coolly, to Alghoriee. And she led him fainting from the room, and closed the door. ‘‘ Let us go away from here,” he gasped. “Us? No, indeed. Yow must go, but J must stay. If _I were to go I would be suspected. Now go quickly, or you will be suspected.” “Ah! I thought you would go with me.’ ‘“What folly! Go, and do not come at for a week, or you may get in trouble.” ‘‘Not see you for a whole week?” ‘‘What isa week? Weare both young. Will you go?” ‘¢ At least you will kiss me now?” , : | Js I have not learned to love ye yet. .1 am only trying now.’ Blise laughed gayly. Alphonse thought of the dead man in the next room, and shuddered. ° ‘Are you not afraid to stay here alone with—with him in the next room?” — > re 4 Elise laughed until she cried. ‘<Oh, what a joke! Afraid of a dead man! No, indeed, nor of any living one now. Good-night, monsieur, good- night.” And Elise pushed him out of her room. “i ts ” hepleaded, ‘‘ 1 may see you in a week.” ** Yes. The door was shut and bolted. , Alphonse crept in horror past the artist’s door, and flew down the stairs, His footsteps had hardly ceased to sound on the stairs when Elise put her head into the studio and burst into a peal of laughter. _ Clinton sat up and smiled quietly and a ape ne: Re es as 4 res Ff hy yt at a Me erg Na +) re & De pty THN, ; THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. 13 GOMIGDOOKSIGO