A Daughter of Delilah — page 190: what you’re looking at

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NO. 33 HAWTHORNE AVENUE, RIDGEWAY, N. J. 181 CHAPTER XVI. NO. 33 HAWTHORNE AVENUE, RIDGEWAY, N J. The flinty-hearted financier was driven to the apart- ment house on Park avenue with the set determination in his heart of saving his son at almost any cost from the wiles of an unscrupulous siren. ‘The creature cares nothing for the mad-brained fool,’’ he thought, his thin lips wreathing with contempt. ‘‘Has not St. Leonards told meso? Itisastern duty—itis a natural duty that I make one more effort to save the boy, and now I am possessed of a lever which he dare not try to withstand. If he does, by Heaven, I will forget that I am his father, and he shall feel the cold steel about his wrists! Even this would be a kindness to him! Bah! why should I doubt the power of this!’’ He tapped his breast-pocket, wherein was hidden his check- book. “This painted Jezebel—this modern Delilah will per- haps drive a hard bargain, but the victory is mine!”’ When the coupe stopped before the building, wherein resided the beautiful Isabel, a smile of fierce derision passed over his hard face. He sprang to the pavement, saying to the coachman: ‘‘Be here in half an hour, William. I do not care for my carriage to be seen Standing in this neighborhood.”’ The discreet William understood, and in one minute the Gomicboo KS