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Moments there were undeniably when he had a great tenderness toward her; moments when she lay in his embrace as some pure gift from this haven of darkness and of evil, a fragile helpless figure of a girlhood he idolized. Then, perchance, he loved her as Lois Boriskoff hungered for love, with the supreme devotion, the abject surrender of his manhood.
And to-night Alban Kennedy slept beneath his roof; the bargain had been clinched, the word spoken. Twenty thousand pounds had he paid to Paul Boriskoff that morning for the education of his daughter and in part satisfaction of the ancient claim. But the witness of his degradation had come to him and must remain. Aye, and there the strife of it began.
He was miserably cold and ill and trembling still. Knowing nothing of the truth, he believed that they were taking him to Lois Boriskoff and that she was already in custody. Alban had been fifteen days out of England when Anna Gessner met Willy Forrest one afternoon as she was driving a pair of chestnut ponies down Piccadilly towards the Circus.
A very orgy of blood and slaughter; a Carnival of whips cutting deep into soft white flesh and drawing from their victims cries so awful that they might have risen up from hell itself. And in this crowd, among this people perhaps, little Lois Boriskoff must be looked for. Her friends would be the people's friends.
"Is that why you forget your old friends so quickly?" "I have never forgotten them. I wrote to Lois twice." "Did you speak of marriage in your letters?" The lad's face flushed crimson. He knew that he could not tell Paul Boriskoff the truth. "I did not speak of marriage why should I?" he exclaimed; "it was never your wish that we should speak of it until Lois is twenty-one.
Believe me when I say that I will help her very gladly. Anything, my friend, anything that is humbly reasonable " Boriskoff did not permit him to finish. "My daughter will be educated in Germany at your cost," he said curtly. "I would speak first of one who is as a son to me because of her affection for him.
I should have thought he would have known it from the beginning. Let him act fairly by old Paul Boriskoff and I will answer for his safety. If he does not do so, he must blame himself for the consequences." "Pride never blames itself, Kennedy, even when it is foolish. I like your wisdom and shall give a good account of it.
"Well," he said, "I'm sorry things are not better, Chris. I've had a good Saturday night, you see, and if I can do anything, don't you mind letting me know. We'll talk of it when we have more time. I'm going on to see Boriskoff now, and I doubt that I'll find him out of bed." She laughed a little wildly, still turning almost pathetic eyes upon him.
There is the possibility also that the boy, if he be the son of a clergyman, would do much better at Oxford or at Cambridge than at Hampstead, as you yourself must see. Let us speak of it afterwards. There will be time enough." "The time is to-day," rejoined Boriskoff, firmly, "Alban Kennedy will live under your roof as your own son. I have considered the matter and am determined upon it.
For Boriskoff had heard the stories which Hampstead had to tell, and he had said, "He will ruin Lois' life and I have put the power to do so in his hands." "The poor do not choose their hours, Alban Kennedy. Sit down, if you please, and talk to me. I have much to say to you."
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