Dawn by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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respect, and other curiosities which we name virtues, bursting away
one by one under pressure, like the water-tight bulkheads they put in passenger steamers, till at length the work is done; the moral ship sinks, and the writer stands revealed what you are, my dear Anne, the loveliest, the cleverest, and the most utterly unscrupulous woman in the three kingdoms." She rose very quietly, but quite white with passion, and answered in her low voice-- "Whatever I am you made me, and _you_ are a devil, George Caresfoot, or you could not take pleasure in the tortures you inflicted before you destroyed. But, don't go too far, or you may regret it. Am I a woman to be played with? I think that you have trained me too well." He laughed a little uneasily. "There, you see; _grattez le Russe_, &c., and out comes the true character. Look at your face in the glass; it is magnificent, but not pleasant; rather dangerous, indeed. Why, Anne, do be reasonable; if I gave you those letters, I should never be able to sleep in peace. For the sake of my own safety I dare not abandon the whip-hand I have of you. Remember you could, if you chose, say some unpleasant things about me, and I don't want that any more than you do just now. But, you see, whilst I hold in my power what would, if necessary, effectually ruin you, and probably Bellamy too--for this country society is absurdly prejudiced--I have little cause for fear. Perhaps in the future you may be able to render me some service for which you shall have the letters--who knows? You see I am perfectly frank with you, for the simple reason that I know that it is useless to try to |
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