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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

Think of it! The world, and ours to choose from! I'll sell out. Why, we're rich! The Waldworth Syndicate will give me half a million for what's left in the ground, and I've got twice as much in the dumps and with the P. C. Company. We'll go to the Fair in Paris in 1900. We'll go to Jerusalem, if you say so. We'll buy an Italian palace, and you can play Cleopatra to your heart's content. No, you shall be Lucretia, Acte, or anybody your little heart sees fit to become. But you mustn't, you really mustn't-'


? ? ? ? 'The wife of Caesar shall be above reproach.'


? ? ? ? 'Of course, but-'


? ? ? ? 'But I won't be your wife, will I, dear?'


? ? ? ? 'I didn't mean that.'


? ? ? ? 'But you'll love me just as much, and never even think- oh! I know you'll be like other men; you'll grow tired, and- and-'


? ? ? ? 'How can you? I-'


? ? ? ? 'Promise me.'


? ? ? ? 'Yes, yes; I do promise.'


? ? ? ? 'You say it so easily, dear; but how do you know?- or I know? I have so little to give, yet it is so much, and all I have. O, Clyde! promise me you won't?'


? ? ? ? 'There, there! You musn't begin to doubt already.


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