He seemed to hesitate for a moment.
She saw that, and stood up. "Come and kiss me. Bob," she said. He went to her with unsteady footsteps, as if he were intoxicated by the fury of his passion.
"Tell me everything, Bob," she whispered into his ear.
The man surrendered himself to her, utterly, absolutely.
"Gertie," he said, "I'll tell you the queerest story you ever heard."
He laughed wildly.
"I've tricked the whole world by Jove! cleared fifty thousand pounds, and made fools of the whole world."
She laughed, a shrill, high treble.
"Dear old Bob," she cried; "clever old Bob, you're the best of them all! What have you done this time? Tell me all about it."
"By God, I will," he cried. "I'll tell you the whole story, little girl." His voice was utterly changed.
"Yes, everything!" she repeated fiercely.
Her body shook violently as she spoke.
The man thought it was in response to his caresses.
And the face which looked out over the man's shoulder, and had lately been as the face of Delilah, was be come as the face of Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite.
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"No more secrets, Bob?"
"No more secrets, Gertie; but how pale you look! Take some brandy, little girl. Now, I'm going to make you laugh! Listen!"
