At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 154: what you’re looking at

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— AT A GIRL’S MERCY. | 143 by fury as he interrupted her through clenched . teeth: “This, as you say, in your scornful voice, Miss Nan —this you have given me no right to expect, as you Say in your answer, I will show youl do expect. I will win you, Nan Courtland, whether it be ten years from now, or but a month hence, win you I will, and when I come to you again your answer will not be so scornful as itis now. I will move heaven and earth to win you, but I will succeed. And then,” he leaned toward her, laughing bitterly, “then you shall see that I am not to be scorned by you. Then you may be grateful that I have spared you the suffering that I might have given. Then you will acknowledge that both you and your father are so deeply in my debt that to answer yes, should I ask it, would be an honor you little deem it now.”’ She had arisen and confronted him, drawn to her full height, her blue eyes afire with womanly indig- nation at his taking advantage of her few kind - words in this manner. He had thrown her hands aside scornfully, and now she clenched the slim white hands at her side as she stood before him. in her proud womanhood. “You forget yourself, Mr. Blake. I knew that you were capable of some act of meanness when you did not press your claim upon my father, but I could — scarcely have believed you could sink to this. Would you win my father’s daughter through the hold you might have upon him financially? Let me tell you, no Courtland is to be won in that way. And no true woman would listen to such barter. My fa- ther, Howard Blake, loves his country and his ~ daughter too well to give her into the keeping of a man who refuses to lift his hand to aid in the slight- Eomicbooks