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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"A Woman-Hater"

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"This is nice!" said Fanny. "Go on, dear. It is just what I ought to have
expected. You were there. You had only to interfere. You didn't. And now
you are discontented."
"Not with you. Spare me. You are not to blame, and I am very unhappy. I
am losing my self-respect. Oh, if this goes on, I shall hate him!"
"Yes, dear--for five minutes, and then love him double. Come, don't
deceive yourself, and don't torment yourself. All your trouble, we shall
leave it behind us to-morrow, and every hour will take us further from
it."
With this practical view of matters, she kissed Zoe and hurried to bed.
But Zoe scarcely closed her eyes all night.
Severne did not reach the hotel till past eleven o'clock, and went
straight to his own room.

CHAPTER X.
ASHMEAD accompanied Mademoiselle Klosking to her apartment. It was
lighted, and the cloth laid for supper under the chandelier, a snow-white
Hamburg damask. Ashmead took the winnings out of his pocket, and proudly
piled the gold and crumpled notes in one prodigious mass upon the linen,
that shone like satin, and made the gold look doubly inviting. Then he
drew back and gloated on it.


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