Y'u're mine, my beauty, and I mean to
take y'u with me."
Just a disdainful sweep of her eyes she gave him as she rose from
the piano-stool and rearranged the lamps. "You mean so much that
never comes to pass, Mr. Bannister. The road to the nether
regions is paved with good intentions, we are given to
understand. Not that yours can by any stretch of imagination be
called 'good intentions.'"
"Contrariwise, then, perhaps the road to heaven may be paved with
evil intentions. Since y'u travel the road with me, wherever it
may lead, it were but gallant to hope so."
He took three sharp steps toward her and stood looking down in
her face, her sweet slenderness so close to him that the perfume
mounted to his brain. Surely no maiden had ever been more
desirable than this one, who held him in such contemptuous
estimation that only her steady eyes moved at his approach. These
held to his and defied him, while she stood leaning motionless
against the table with such strong and supple grace. She knew
what he meant to do, hated him for it, and would not give him the
satisfaction of flying an inch from him or struggling with him.
"Your eyes are pools of splendor. That's right.
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