A Daughter of Delilah — page 71: what you’re looking at

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62 IN THE MESHES OF THE SIREN. CHAPTER VI. IN THE MESHES OF THE SIREN. For a minute the beautiful witch stood, her lips wreathed in bitterest contempt, her eyes glowing with triumph. Then her whole expression changed to one of burning anxiety; the face was transformed from that of a smiling she-devil into that of a loving woman! A door at the end of the room, half-hidden by a screen, was thrown open, revealing an anteroom beyond, from which emerged the figure of the woman whom Alston had been thought to believe was the servant-maid of his en- chantress. | “Have you got rid of that poor half-witted thing, Isabel?’’ she asked. “Lucy, do not keep me in suspense. Gilbert has come! I heard his step on the stair. I know it in a thousand, and I sent Mr. Alston away.’’ Her heart was throbbing wildly now, and to have brought that look into her glorious eyes ieee Alston would have forfeited his immortal soul! “Gilbert! Oh, my husband!”’ Aman had appeared in the doorway, a tall man, eth snow-white hair and mustache; the face was lined with age, or the perfection of art, but behind the spectacles he wore were eyes of unusual brilliancy. ‘‘Tsabel,’’ he laughed, ‘‘are you glad to see me?’’ Eomichbooks co