The Title Market by Emily Post
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unlike the other two rooms, quite warm. Just now, all the articles of a
woman's toilet were spread out on a table upon which a dressing-mirror had been placed; and close beside a brazier of glowing coals was a portable English tub; the water for the bath was heating in the kitchen. Seeing that there was no means of avoiding the inevitable, he said doggedly: "I thought to make, of course, or I would not have gone into the scheme." Then something in her face held him, and at the same time his impulsive boyishness--a little dramatic, perhaps, but only so much as is consistent with his race--carried him into a new mood. "Leonora, I suppose I am in the wrong--indeed I am sure I am utterly at fault; but help me. Don't you see, _carissima_, this time I did not _wager_--it was a business venture!" In the midst of her distress she could not help but smile at the absurdity. "Scorpa is doing it all," he continued--"not I. You know what a clever business man _he_ is! He assured me that it was a rare chance--the opportunity of a lifetime. It was because I wanted so to restore to you what my gambling had cost, that I agreed. I did not think it possible to lose. But help me this once; believe me, I do know, and with shame, that were it not for my accursed ill luck we should be living in luxury now. But just this once--you will help me, won't you?" His wife seated herself in a big armchair, and looked at him wearily, running her fingers through the heavy waves of her hair. She had beautiful hands--beautiful because they seemed part of her expression; capable hands with nothing helpless in her use of them; the kind that a |
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