A Daughter of Delilah — page 72: what you’re looking at

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IN THE MESHES OF THE SIREN. 63 With a well-pleased look upon her face, Lucy retired, while husband and wife fell into each other’s arms. ‘“There,’’ he said, ‘‘I must rest, Isabel; my health has not been improved by the atmosphere of Frankfort, and the subsequent adventures which befell me. By Jove! how beautiful you are, my dear! And what a fairy nest is this !’’ He looked about him enviously. ‘‘l was never able to provide for you in this way, Isabel.’”’ ‘You gave me your love, Gilbert, and a faithful heart, ’’ she replied. ‘Others shall provide the wealth we love now.”’ : | Her lips curled, and soft laughter rippled through the room. ‘“T think that our -poverty is nearly atan end. Ihave my plans well made, and nothing shall stand between me and a fortune!”’ Her great eyes flashed. ‘This last one seems to be well gilded,’’ the man re- marked. ‘‘What became of Hilton?”’ She looked at him sharply. “Don’t forget that I have been away recruiting my health for six months, Isabel,’’ he reminded her. | ‘Hilton is dead—shot himself!’ she shuddered. ‘‘How was that?”’ ‘“Hmbezzlement, and its usual attendants,’’ was the calm reply. ‘‘No more small game, Gilbert! Now tell me your chances of being safe. I knew that you were in New York. I have seen your letter to F Younes Alston, the millionaire’ s'son.’ Gomicboo cS (E(0)