Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 175 of 240
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ee ee WHAT PAUL PALOVNA SAW. 171 again she smiled provokingly, but there was no invitation to feel at ease in her expression. Poubalov did not mis- interpret it, and it almost seemed as if he, the master mind, were discomposed. “Perhaps I do,’’ he admitted after a moment; “‘my habits of speech are not such as conduce to absolute candor even with you, whom I respect too highly to consciously deceive, Tell me, Miss Hilman, will you not, can you not believe that I tell you the truth?”’ ‘“‘T have thought about it a great deal,’’ replied Clara steadily, ‘‘and sometimes I almost think you do; but, you know, you have really had very little conversation with me,”’ ‘‘True enough, ard I must confess that I never found it so hard to take my part ina conversation as I do at this minute. I usually lead it, I may say dominate it,”’ and he smiled a little ; ‘‘usually, you see, 1 make people, men and women, believe me. I would beg you to, Miss Hilman, if only I knew how.”’ ‘‘Why try to compel me to stand on the same plane as you do?’’ asked Clara; ‘‘you confess your Labits of deceit. How can I promise to believe you without confessing that, for this moment at least, I accept your own style of inter- course?”’ ‘*‘You are an invincible logician, Miss Hilman,’’ ex- claimed Poubalov, compressing his lips. ‘‘I give up, and will let my words stand or fall on their merits, according as you judge them. I came here on Wednesday evening to tell you some things I had discovered. The man Billings 99 called before I had begun to speak. I departed unceremo- niously, because I did not wish to meet him.’’ ‘*T know that,’’ said Clara, simply. ‘‘I knew it at the time.’”’ ‘‘Of course you did,’’ responded Poubalov, crestfallen ; ‘‘you could not infer otherwise, and my confession has all the appearance, therefore, of a pitiably weak attempt to bolster up my claim to veracity.”’ ‘I do not interpret it that way. I can make my own test _ VOTE im