A Daughter of Delilah — page 48: what you’re looking at

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“LOVE THAT HATH US IN THE NET!” 39 CHAPTER IV. ‘‘LOVE THAT HATH US IN THE NET!”’ Two mornings later Edgar and his sister were seated at the breakfast-table at home. Mr. Alston, senior, was read- ing the financial column of the morning paper and indulg- ing in an occasional grunt when something therein merited his disapproval. ‘‘Argentines have fallen to seventy,’’ he muttered. ‘‘The market is stagnant. Now, if I handle these rightly——”’ He closed his eyes, and was absorbed in mental calcula- tion, until his daughter reminded him that his coffee would be cold, and while Edgar gnawed his mustache in a state of abstraction. An, thank you, my child,’’ said Mr. Jabez Alston, the deep lines about his mouth and eyes relaxing into a smile. “You cannot guess how lonely I have felt the last few days. Robbed of your bright presence, every room has geemed dark and dull.’’ It was difficult to imagine any of the splendid rooms of the Alston mansion in Fifth avenue, dull. The furniture and pictures in each apartment represented a fortune. Mr. Jabez Alston was a connoisseur in his way. With all his love for money, he had an appreciative eye for the beauti- ful and the quaint. His pictures, his statuary, and his collection of old armor were valued at a million. ‘“But,’’ he went on, with a meaning smile, ‘‘I must use Gomichboo CS (E(0) m